Purgatøry Lyrics

(I don't have to tell you things are bad, everybody knows things are bad)

(It's a depression)

(Everybody's out of work, or scared of losing their job)

(The dollar buys a nickel's worth)

Zetø, yeah

(Banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter)

(Punks are running wild in the streets, and nobody anywhere seems to know what to do)

(With it, there's no end to it)

No one knows me (the air is unfit to breathe)

No one knows me (our food is unfit to eat)

No one knows me

(And we sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that today)

(We had fifteen homicides and sixty three violent crimes,)

(As if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad, worse than bad. They're crazy)

What have I done

Wasn't worth saving. What about love? I think I'm going crazy ah

I've done what I've done to deserve this. I'm living my life with no purpose

I'm trying to get out of this circle

Bitch I feel like I'm the worst, yeah

I swear to god I feel cursed, yeah

Everyday I feel the worst

Fucking up all of my words

Thinking about who I hurt, feel like I'm living a curse

I wanna skrrt off in a hearse, bury myself in the dirt

Laying with all of the worms, laying with, no one else beside me

My last time looking lively, my life before my eyes

Few good moments visualize

Will my soul drop or arise