Dead weight How, how did I get this bad? Face to face With my, mental struggles Endless regret I feel a hand on my chest And a voice in my head But it's my own, not the devils or deaths I'm in a state of rumination Still waiting for an explanation Where's the exit Get me out, I think I'm about To lose what's left Of my sanity Where's the door Fed up, fucked up Wasted potential The past is gone, don't want to get sentimental Fed up, fucked up, mental attrition Now I'm just waiting for an explanation Left waiting for an explanation Still waiting Where's the exit Get me out, I think I'm about To lose what's left Of my sanity Where's the door Fed up, fucked up Wasted potential The past is gone, don't want to get sentimental My whole life is in the gutter Motherfucker Feels like I was born Born to suffer Born to suffer Borderline My thoughts interrupted Borderline Existence corrupted Borderline My thoughts interrupted Borderline And I've socially fucked it, again