Malice

Malice
Get up
I'm paranoid, I'm sick, I'm not myself
I bottled up and drank the pain but it wouldn't stay down
Now I've got nothing to give, nothing to say for myself
I'm nothing more than worm food six feet under the ground
Fuck

Malice
This is the death of me
It's eating away at me, This disgusting disease
I'm fuc*** sick, my stomach’s starting to bleed
It's eating away at me
I don't know what to do
I'm fuc*** sick, I'll never be like you
Malice
I don't believe in salvation, but I believe in demons
And I'll let you meet mine, if you really want to see them
Once you go mad and slip through the cracks
The path is too dark to see the tracks
I was consumed by the dark, consumed by the black
I made a deal with the devil I can't take back
What's the point?
What's the fuc*** point in any of this?
If when we make it to the grave everyone just forgets
What's the point?
What's the fuc*** point in any of this?
If when we make it to the grave no one gives a shit
Malice
There's no more good left in me
and I hope that you never meet This person that I've become
this ugly fuc*** disease, it's eating away at me
This disgusting disease, I'm fuc*** sick
I'm not normal, and I can finally breathe