no fit

I'm a fucking plague
But only to myself
Distinction worsens only to fade
When I get closer to death
I have no fire to spit at the world anymore
Only a cracked voice with remains of a shackle from the core
So fuck you now, call
Who's still listening to our words
People be blind, be poor, be deaf
There's nothing worth in this world
And to hell with your drugs and alcohol
Fucking copies of imitation
I face my shit sober
Life is fiction and I have no friction
Close doors, no moon
Don't celebrate the day
There's no more pleasure
It ain't an option today

It's the same shit
Round and round again
It's the same shit
But different vein
So don't get used to it
You feel it deep in the throat
It's killing you
Strangling you
Cracking bones
Screaming does fit
And if you're there in the morning
Watching those people in the streets
Living their life and smiling and happy
Ain't enough for you?
It's not fair

I'm a fucking plague
But only to myself