Got A Trigger Finger Pointing Straight At
My Conscious I Can’t Fucking Breathe
It Stood Behind You, It Always Finds You
Don’t Bother Asking Me To Leave
Got Stockholm Syndrome Instinctive Survival
I’m Victim To My Sanity

Living Life On A Tight Rope, Have I Lost All Hope?

My God Has Got A Gun
And He Works Me To The Bone

Oh Yes, This Is What Depression Looks Like
Oh Yes, Here To Start A Fucking Fight

Sit Back Shut Up I’m Terrified
The Veil I Wear Is All A Lie
Oh Yes This Is What Depression Looks Like.

My Voices Screaming Gonna Die You’re In Danger
It’s Symptomatic Barricades
Got A Taste For Addiction
I Wanna Feel Something
That Isn’t Pain And Suffering

Got Stockholm Syndrome Instinctive Survival
I’m Victim To My Sanity
Living Life On A Tight Rope, Have I Lost All Hope?

My God Has Got A Gun
And He Works Me To The Bone

Oh Yes, This Is What Depression Looks Like
Oh Yes, Here To Start A Fucking Fight

Sit Back Shut Up I’m Terrified
The Veil I Wear Is All A Lie
Oh Yes This Is What Depression Looks Like

My God Had Got A Gun
And He Works Me To The Bone
I Don’t Know Where To Run, So I Guess I’ll Stay?

My God Had Got A Gun
And He Works Me To The Bone
I Don’t Know Where To Run, So I Guess I’ll Stay?

My God Had Got A Gun
And It Works Me To The Bone
I Don’t Know Where To Run, But Don’t Make Me Stay

(Take Me Into The Dark Sky, Cos I Wanna Be Alone)

Oh Yes, This Is What Depression Looks Like
Oh Yes, Here To Start A Fucking Fight
Oh Yes, This Is What Depression Looks Like
Oh Yes, Here To Start A Fucking Fight