Sweet Self Destruction

I live beyond my means
I sleep but I don't dream
Awake in a delusion
If I keep it moving I'll spark a revolution
Pressure to succeed
White knuckles, bone and bleed
I gently slip from the illusion
My sanity eludes me

Long nights living on the bread line
Tryna get your head right
Lay the legacy for your bloodline
No time, dying for the deadline
Cold on a hotline
Anxiety injected, the mainline
When self care becomes a chore
Knock, knock, knock and no one opens the door
Wonder what the fuck is this all for?
I'm about to throw my damn toys on the floor

Sweet self destruction
Sweet self destruction

Another baggie demolished
Another bottle of maggy getting aggy
Getting kicked out by the cabby
Locked out of my phone

High quarter zone on my own
Pulse tick, dry lick, curb kick, life's sick
When the swagger turns into a stagger
Powerful dagger drowning out the chatter
That batters the grey matter
Let's have ya
A £10 bottle of wine
Can't tell if I'm fine

Can't tell if I'm crying
Can't tell if I'm dying
Fine white line of misspent time
No longer in my prime
I'm finding solace in more comfort in poor

So I keep my glass brimming
And my soul swimming

In a pool of regret
Gonna watch my light dimming
This spiritual debt
Is the vice that I'm clinging

Last cigarette
I can hear the bells ringing

Requiem for my dreams
Eulogy I'm singing

Long nights living on the bread line
Tryna get your head right
Lay the legacy for your bloodline
No time, dying for the deadline
Cold on a hotline
Anxiety injected, the mainline
When self care becomes a chore
Knock, knock, knock and no one opens the door
Wonder what the fuck is this all for?
I'm about to throw my damn toys on the floor

Sweet self destruction
Sweet self destruction