Self-Produced.

i wanna be dead i wanna be
i wanna be dead i wanna be 
i wanna be dead i wanna be dead i wanna be dead i wanna be 

really this world never fail to astonish me 
getting worse by the second i wanna be 
my closest i push away for days 
ideation i want a coffin to lay 
wonder why im always in bed
this fucking war in my head 
soon my head will be scattered with lead
sorry the old ash is dead 

this isnt ckuujo speaking 
my heart and my brain start leaking 
took so much i cant help but start tweaking
all my life never could grasp a reason
i dont have much to go on for 
i think i really need an encore 
body ice cold start freezing
that time of the year suicide season

emotional manipulation you already fucking know
been like that for years shit i dont know whats real no more 
been slammed down by my friends and picked up by my enemies 
would blow my brains but the bitches be into me 
shit
turned to drugs too early on
my frontal lobe is fucking gone 
i know i cannot do no wrong 

im flyer than a fucking swan

man just end this fucking song

Frailty

Ckuujo