I'm just a fuckin Parasite, I think I may I'm sure I might I'll do the deed indeed despite my will to push the will to fight and if I die before I did then tell someone who gives a shit and when I wake upon my death then please nail down whatevers left I can't escape no matter the try I always get left with empty inside its painful in here and trapped I will stay tomorrow will certainly feel like today There's panic in here it never gets quiet the manic is near and thinks I can flyit but definite crash is where you can find whatever is left inside of my mind I think I am scared but maybe it's fleeting I open my heart to instantly bleeding the pounding is sounding like too much to take but maybe I'm wrong, am I a mistake? Existence is blistering leaving the scars alone here I sit inside of my car it's dark it's raining this life is bizarre I put it in drive I never go far I'm tired I'm wired the fuck does that mean? I question what's real and what I perceive I'm losing my rhythm my balance is rough my hands won't stop shaking enough is enough these people are strangers to one part of me the other is utterly riddled disease I ask of them nicely I ask of them please but never is clever I'm down on my knees I want to survive but I'm dying inside the fuel to my drive is no longer alive but alone here I sit again inside my car it never has honestly gotten me far and just as life will cease me to be I hope I can leave with mostly me I'll suffer another and fall off the path and repeat discreetly society laughs I know I need help but I'm scared of the meds and everything mixing a mind full of lead I'm heavy I'm toxic I just want to die or maybe just sleep when I can't sleep at night I'm wired I'm tired the fuck does that mean? It means I'm a nightmare and so I will fiend tomorrow the sorrow will give me the right to clear off the mirror to my Parasite.