Ill Fate Lyrics

Always had a notion

I would find an ill fate

At the bottom of a bottle

Of my darkest days

Don't try and tell me

That you know a fucking thing

About me bitch

The pain is real as shit

Won't quit blood spit

Throwing motherfucking fists

Sick of goddamned twists

God I've had enough of this

What the fuck

Is fucking wrong with this

This jagged emptiness

This ghostly hollow sense

Spirit touch

Upon my aching lungs

I think I've had enough

Did I give enough?

To this fucking love illness

Jaded luck don't fail me

Still burning in my blood

I'm waking up again

So fuck your friends

I'll make myself

A bed in hell instead

They say that you can't know despair

Without hope, love lost in smoke

Another tasteless joke another toke

Too many voices in my head

Left by knives in my neck

So many boxes unchecked

Should've quit UPS

Another job another mess

Can't believe this shit

I'm fucking sick

And your so full of emptiness

Don't beg me not to lift

This loaded gun

You always run from yourself

So many lies on the shelf

I won't excuse myself

Just save me a seat in hell

Spirit touch

Upon my aching lungs

I think I've had enough

Did I give enough?

To this fucking love illness

Jaded luck don't fail me

Still burning in my blood

I'm waking up again

So fuck your friends

I'll make myself

A bed in hell instead

What the fuck

Is fucking wrong with this?

I can't feel my goddamn face again

What the fuck?

Baby can you lift me up?

What the fuck?

I can't stay here without you

Without you

So baby what the fuck

Is fucking wrong with this?