lair

I think I perma-fried my mind but at least it'll pass the time

I keep on writing questions bout this silly world of mine

My friends are crushing rocks on the table, like it fine

I never really sleep, only if I pour a line

I see it in my dreams, yeah I feel it when I cry

Surrounded by the cage of despair, I'm stuck inside

The devil beckons me to his lair, says come inside

The void is giving me a dare, wants me to die

Who are you to tell me who to be?

Who are you to tell me I should speak?

Relapse once again hope this time it means something