Lyrics Bad Statistic (clickclick 2) - bottom surgery

I'm not sleeping again
Is this really then end?
I popped some pills and I'm tweaking
I want off my medication

I'm feeling fucked as I laugh
Cut my wrists take a bath
I fucked my face with a rod
My brain feels swollen on god

I wrote a note to you baby
But I redacted my statement
Fucked up off drinking or something
Thought you would find it confounding

I can kill myself yes
Now it's really the end
I'll put the cap on the pen
Or something

Bash my fucking skull in
There's no scores to be settled
Tell your faggot friends stop crying
Toss my body in metal

Which one of you lames said she's better off dead?
Now you got your fucking wish
Please write it down
It's the end

Who the fuck wanna eat me?
Who the fuck wanna treat me?
Real badly
Throw my corpse through glass in the ceiling

Who the fuck joked about her?
Said she could have ate a round
Well guess what?
I'm painting everyone's windows with fucking copper

My struggle made you laugh you never came to help
My struggle made you laugh now let me burn in hell

Oh god
I'm screaming
Never asked for help
On christ
I'm dreaming
Of us scorched in hell