Still here boasting my emotions Now coping while fucking dopeless Let the dope hit Breathing slowly Look baby, I'll show you hopeless Load the ammo Scarecrow no shadow Bloody pianos Sold out gallows My mind so harrowed From tragic backroads traveled Waking up with dread Pop off on my meds Nose deep in narcotics Window shopping for my fathers problems Do you have some options? My hand numb from gripping the pistol Trigger finger callous My heart out to my girl I know that loving me is a challenge
Hee-hee-hee, ha, ha
Garbage what I'm spewing Sluggish how I'm moving Dope is what I'm choosing if you ask me how I'm doing I be cruising, coasing, using, dosing Just don't overdue it Hoping I don't fucking lose it Rope in hand I tied the noose It's open Another night blacked out Lying on the bathroom floor I ain't gonna black out I ain't gonna last out I guarantee I'll have some more Ima dive into the void head first Ain't tryna avoid said thirst I'm tryna enjoy death Worst things about me Constantly doubting the fact that I'm blessed by a curse
[Schillinger:] I feel like I hit rock-bottom and another trap door opened and I plunged further into despair [Cloutier:] God only gives us as much suffering as we can endure [Schillinger:] And he piles on the shit to see if we'll break? Why? [Cloutier:] To test our faith, and to make us appreciate the good that we have [Schillinger:] Well, forgive me for sayin' so, reverend but God is a sick fuck