Ready To Die

I'm sick of getting wasted just to try escaping the emptiness I feel at night

I'm sick of what I'm chasing maybe I should take some gasoline and light it all on fire

Yeah just gimme the tank and I'll drink it down straight

Light the match and burn it down from inside

Maybe my slate can't be cleaned and that's okay because my ego says we're ready to die

I let a bullet get lost in my mind

I gripped the trigger then I pulled it, it cost my life

I needed death so I could start over new

I realized that I was set because my ego said we're ready to die

So then I went and let a bullet get lost in my mind

I gripped the trigger then I pulled it, it cost my life