I'm crawling(or clawing) out of my skin. I fold. I feel destructive, vindictive, and something softer...something weak... not neglected...just astonished at my life. It's going down tonight in this town Cause they stare and growl They all stare and growl I take a scar every time I cry Cause it ain't my style no it ain't my style Going down to the gravel head to the barrel Take this life and end this struggle Los Angeles come scam me please Emptiness never sleeps at Cliftons 6 am With your bag lady friend and your mind descending Stripped of the right to be a human in control It's warmer in hell so down we go My one heart felt too much from the start I've seen people come and go Living large and living low You can build up your walls sitting on death row Let the curtain fall on your murdered soul You can wash it all down swallow your story Get smacked off your head go down in drumroll glory You won't solve it committing self inflicted crime Go on pull the trigger this will be the last time I cant be this now Its not me anymore I really tried Ive tried Attempted suicide Fucking convulsing and Constantly denied Subcountaing me somewhere Inside Scratching the walls of my glass coffin Scraping raping My nails on the glass on the bottom Is there an end where does this end If i was you id fucking hate me too- The Distillers