Rid Self Condemnation کے بول

Don’t stand next to me I have a madman to contend to He lies and cheats and steals Through his eyes it’s better not to feel Hey you don’t bring that shit on me I know what the fuck you mean The sores the blood the anxiety It keeps the cycle of insanity I’m a reflection of pain The more self torture the more I gain The constant complaint with me The shit, the hate, the things I see You’ll see You’ll see That I need To be free When I’m dead they’ll have nothing good to say Should’ve been locked, confined, put away Tortured Tortured You’ll see You’ll see That I need To be free Hey you don’t bring that shit on me I know what the fuck you mean The sores the blood the anxiety It keeps the cycle of insanity You’ll see You’ll see That I need To be free