Testi I Wish I Was Dead - Kno, Tonedeff

I Wish I Was Dead

There’s a cloud hanging over me\nWhat’s in my head\nI can’t see\n1: Tonedeff]\nIt seems I’m captive in a carnival\nThe main attraction\nPeople stand in line for hours, stoked\nThey pay to laugh\nAnd see me sabotage my charted goal to escape this trap\nWhile reading transcripts of my horoscopes\nThen it fades to black\nRepeat the pattern till my heart of gold\nIs stained and cracked\nDecreased in value\nIf I pawned it whole\nWould I make it back?\nThe things that matter seem so hard to hold, so I’ll face the facts\nAnd leave this planet how I found it\nLone\nAnd embrace the casket\nFeel so damaged, that I can hardly cope in a savage world, where the scars\nreopen at random\nIf you don’t wanna choke, put a bandage over your parted throat\nI’m man that’s on his own and I can’t get over these obstacles\nAnd it adds a sting that the common folks are this adamant to think god’s a hoax\nAnd I’m outta hope\nThough I’m strong I don’t wanna live with the strain\nNo positive notes, no prospect glowing to give me the strength\nI simply revisit the day that misery came\nAnd, I wait for the light at the end of the tunnel, until it hits me\nThat it was a train\n2: Kno]\nI can feel my blood circulate the whole of my body\nCause there’s holes in my body, like a blow from a shotty\nI’m assuming it probably, cause the hospitals got me\nI get up off the gurney and I am certainly wobbly\nBut it doesn’t concern me that I am fervently nauseous\nI’m not overly cautious, I just don’t know what caused it\nSo I’m talking to doctors, asking where is my family\nOr who was it that brought me, or who was it that shot me\nCause I’m hurt pretty badly, but my memory’s shoddy\nAnd nobody will help me, so I’m wobbling oddly\nTo the front of the lobby so maybe someone will spot me\nBut my face is in pieces maybe they don’t recognize me\nNow I’m just realizing, as I open my pocket\nThat my phone is inside it, so I’m frantically dialing\nTrying to call my fiancé, maybe she’s trying to find me\nBut I hear ringing behind me, and it strikes me as odd\nI turn around as she walks up to finish the job\nI’m wishing for death\nThe world is a weight upon my neck. Oh, oh. oh\nI’m wishing for death\nIf today’s like tomorrow, let this end