Cynical Satire Lyrics

Bury me with somber

Bury me with somber

I need to get this off my chest I'm fine now

I've been depressed and lonely I am high now

Dealing with the thoughts, they're popping off

I have a gun so I might as well just take the shot

And I, can't feel alive, when I am high

In my bedroom taking lines, I am fine

With the thoughts, in my mind right now

With the thoughts, in my mind right now

And the lines, they make me go blind

To what is real, and what is a sight

Figment of my imagination

And the cause of my creation

Lost to the grave

And I can not escape, this pain

Can not escape this pain

Taken away flushed down the drain

I'm drowning, away

But I, only get high, because in this life

I feel like a lie when I lie it backfires

Cynical satire

But I, only get high, because in this life

I feel like a lie when I lie it backfires

Cynical satire

And I, can't feel alive, when I am high

In my bedroom taking lines, I am fine

With the thoughts, in my mind right now

With the thoughts, in my mind right now

And the lines, they make me go blind

To what is real, and what is a sight

Figment of my imagination

And the cause of my creation

Lost to the grave

And I can not escape, this pain

Can not escape this pain

Taken away flushed down the drain

I'm drowning, away

Do you see what I've been saying for all these years

All the broken things disappear

It's just like cynical satire

I need to get this off my chest I'm fine now

I've been depressed and lonely I am high now

Dealing with the thoughts, they're popping off

I have a gun so I might as well just take the shot

And I, can't feel alive, when I am high

In my bedroom taking lines, I am fine

With the thoughts, in my mind right now

With the thoughts, in my mind right now

And the lines, they make me go blind

To what is real, and what is a sight

Figment of my imagination

And the cause of my creation

Take me out to sleep

Bury me with somber

Bury me with somber