This is the end of your life
It's shocking how long you fought to survive
Botch job, you fumbled the ball
Never quite got self-actualized
Your gut's an old garbage can
Liver's a purple bruised punching bag
Botch job, you're falling apart
You never could hack the battering ram
Beat down, repeat, beat down, repeat, beat down repeat - yeah
You think this body's invincible
As if this life was negotiable
Oh, holy punisher, eat my soul
This is the end of your life
Bet you thought shit would turn out alright
Botch job, you bludgeoned yourself
Always at the wrong end of the knife
Your mind's a cramped panic room
Blind anxiety's through the roof
Botch job, your number's been called
The doctor is in to loosen the noose
Break down, repeat
Break down, repeat
Break down, repeat
You think these thoughts are incidental
As if this life was conditional
Oh, holy punisher, let me go
This is not what I thought this life was going to look like
This is not what I thought this life was going to feel like
This is not what I thought this life was going to look like
This is not what I thought this life was going to look like (hell)
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