Departed

Sixthells
You don't want my life
You don't want my life
We gotta move on anyway
See the dead, they keep on growing everyday
We ain't got love is what I'm saying
Feel the hate when they talk into my face
If you hate me stop the bullshit
Stop pretending you're offended
What I do it ain't for bitches I'm a product of my madness
Just by living on this planet everybody turn insane
Half the population want a buckshot to their brain
Another day up in the cold weather
Freezing til my soul shiver
I can't feel the bass, I need more just to feel better
Terror in the streets, more and more deceased
Everybody down, now we're turning into freaks
We gotta move on anyway
See the dead, they keep on growing everyday
We ain't got love is what I'm saying
Feel the hate when they talk into my face