Sanity check
No job
No life
Two wrist
One knife
So many problems
So little time
Not enough sanitation
Way to much grime
People are killing
People are dying
People are begging
People are lying
Self tourchure and hatred
Self inflicted pain
Money and power mean everything
Nothing else they wish to gain
Way up high your scared to fall
You can't breake your insecurity wall
Nothing going on
No one coming in
You try to do good things but all you do is sin
Ice cold fingers cracking
Liquid flowing thaughts
Your spine starts to tingle
While your feelings slowly rot
No life
Two wrist
One knife
So many problems
So little time
Not enough sanitation
Way to much grime
People are killing
People are dying
People are begging
People are lying
Self tourchure and hatred
Self inflicted pain
Money and power mean everything
Nothing else they wish to gain
Way up high your scared to fall
You can't breake your insecurity wall
Nothing going on
No one coming in
You try to do good things but all you do is sin
Ice cold fingers cracking
Liquid flowing thaughts
Your spine starts to tingle
While your feelings slowly rot
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