Deprivation کے بول

I want to give it up before they take it all It's like a sick crush torn between stand or fall I've given up on me, addictions pain and grief Sucks out my sanity, chokes on all I believe A good excuse to me, the reason why I breathe I hate reality as much as it hates me Soul doesn't fear you My mind cannot think you Faith doesn't feel you My eyes cannot hear you Enough's never enough So what else have you got I need some self destruct 'Til the last cell is shot Deprivation Deprivation