Find what you love and let it kill you in the end
This band is gonna be the death of me
And so will sex, money, and drugs
And all these girls that get the best of me
You don't know what its like to have a voice in your head
That tells you you can't do anything
All those wasted nights i lied awake and thought to myself
I'm just a useless piece of shit
Self inflicted habits the pleasure of pain
Theory cough in this hazy room
All fueled up with this double vision
I'm tired of being alone I'm just trying to fit it
And i don't know what'll kill me first
Depression is my driving force
I can't imagine it any other way
Its a split between what i love and who i hate
Yeah