My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high



Burn me out like cuts
Fade out when centralia does
Nostrils offa dust
Or like veins too many needles touch

If pain is beauty, I'm a pretty b*tch
Got too quiet now they're whispering

If you blink then you might miss it
Every hour is a week
I don't need sympathetics
I just need some room to breathe
Do not f*cking talk to me
My genetics got me tweaked
Running from myself
I can't blame them when they leave

Time
Slips
Away
Burn
Out
Don't
Fade
Dance
On
My
Grave