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Paroles : Apocalypse

You say you hate me?
Well I bet I hate myself more
Your comments don't phase me
And death threats aren't my worst problem anymore
The thoughts subside
I'm able to push through for one night more
But suicide is creeping up on my back door
I'm able to ignore it at first
Until I just can't anymore
This feels like bad karma
Or a curse sent straight to my core
I soaked the floorboards, they're rotting
Can't stand the smell anymore

I'm making out with death
Every day I'm isolated
Is another baby step
To full on seduction
The way my walls cave in
Would make you think this house is haunted
And the toothpaste stains on my shirt
Would make you think that I had brushed them

My teenage years are meaningless
For God's sake, we're living in the apocalypse
And I can't go outside
Without thinking I could die
My formative years are wasted
Even if the president won't face it
And the end keeps creeping closer, I can taste it