Lyrics Insania - Qbomb

I′ve had enough
I've given up
I took the time
I overthought
I paced around
I fucked it up
I lost all hope that I could make art

This fog in my mind won′t part
Got thoughts cooked up but the oven door's stuck
Nothing good will ever come out of this rut
Starting to wish that I was cracked up

Muse please give me a little spark
I had a good line but it left me (FUCK)
Tried so hard to get it back but
Everything I write since then is trash

A dangerous mindset to get
But the only way I can see this end
Gimme just a little bit of mental split
CUZ EVERYTHING I MAKE IS SHIT

Hate hate hate this song
Don't don′t don′t sing along
Plug plug plug up your ears
Stop stop listening

I made it worse fucked up the verse
Can't build a rhyme (Quality takes time)
I see (No please)
No choice for me (Don′t say it)
I wanna (Stop)
I wanna be

Insane
I wanna be insane
I wanna be insane
I wanna be fucking crazy

A breakthrough: Go mental
For a long time I've meant to
Uninspired, so tired
Of failing my potential

No it′s not right don't say that (Why?)
Sanity′s not a handicap
You've been blessed with a healthy mind
That mental block party will die

It's not enough
It′s not enough
I need a messed up life full of tragic stuff

A little bit of grief
A little bit of sadness
Words come better when you′re writing with a purpose

A mediocre waste of space
Hoping to be great was a big mistake
Going nuts wouldn't help that much
I′ll still get stuck and I still suck

I STILL SUCK
I STILL SUCK
I STILL SUCK
I STILL SUCK
Definition of madness, mental assault
I'll repeat these words ′til I change the result
I STILL SUCK
I STILL SUCK
I STILL SUCK
I STILL SUCK
Say it again and again and again
Until my brain gives up and goes

Insane
I wanna be insane
I wanna be insane
I wanna be fucking crazy

When I am buried, cremated or carried away you'll remember my name
Vision′s the price of admission to stardom and madness won't get you the fame
Don't you think I know?
Don′t you think I know?
Being a damaged legend sounds so damn romantic though
Don′t you think I know?
Don't you think I know?
I′d rip my brain apart to make it easier to show

Maybe I'll still make this work
Inspiration never struck
But this is wrapping up and
Sorry there is no such luck
(Fuck I SUCK)