Look no further my friend

you have found the living dead,

where words have existence. 

When time has stopped and nothing feels real. 

Thats here with me.

 

Do you hear them

The world you call home

Is your hell,

Crawl in bed and let the monster inside your head.

 

Help me out of this hell!

I am screaming for some kind of peace

Don’t you see this hell is some kind of lychee. 

I see you aiming that gun for my head.

Is this how its gonna be.

 

Believe me when I say I wish I was dead.

Do you see the end?

Have you found the exit yet,

when will this end when will this feel real again

here we are here!

 

DO YOU HEAR THEM 

CALLING, CALLING YOUR NAME

IS IT YOU THEY WANT 

RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY 

INSIDE YOUR HEAD THE MONSTERS STAY

THEY WILL AWLAYS STAY

 

Help me out of this hell!

I am screaming for some kind of peace

don’t you see this hell is some kind of lychee. 

I see you aiming that gun for my head.

is this how its gonna be.

 

Help me out of this hell!

I am screaming for some kind of peace

don’t you see this hell is some kind of lychee. 

I see you aiming that gun for my head.

Is this how its gonna be.

 

Just pull the trigger and let me rest and peace!

 

(This is about when you hear all the fighting and anxiety and depression gets the better half of you and you cant do anything and sometimes you just think death sound more inviting then living.)