3od - Dedbeat Lyrics

Sometimes I got machine gun in my head
Padded cell
Lock me up inside the led
Not to the road that's always peddling melody yet
Fuck the shit they fucking said
Fuck their words
Don't take the meds
Fuck your bitch
I'll take your fucking guns instead
ADHD wont repent
Is this real can't comprehend
120 I'm fucking fed
Up in smoke might hit again
Give me rounds so I can mend
Fuck the system I can't win
Got a grave made for a bed
Three or die
Or I am
DED! DED! DED! DED!
Pawns in a game of chess
Fillin em up with the lead
Rounds rounds
Rollin through this mental head
A Basket case I’m filled with waste
Demons be giving a taste
Full metal jacket embrace
Life is really nothing but a race
To the end
Sabotage our founders
Screaming at our Father
God can you take this life?!
Please can you take this pain away?
This world is sinking
Everything is falling
Everywhere we’re failing
Now we’re
DED! DED! DED! DED!
Leavin’ me out in three pieces
I crumble from fear
lotta demons
They reachin’
I’m weeping’
Gimme some time
I got you some time
I’ll pass out these
Left over spots on the
Back route to hell
No sleep or I’ll tell
No secret of ours
We sick of your cause
You’re not one of ours
Crows with the claws
Have you on your back
Pleading to Gods
River flowin’
With the mighty power
With your funeral flowers
Levitating far above
These fuck boys
They lookin’ so sour
Message back trash
Don’t care what you text
Have that
Cement up my legs
Let me parish
For now I am
DED! DED! DED! DED!

Sometimes I got machine gun in my head
Padded cell
Lock me up inside the led
Not to the road that's always peddling melody yet
Fuck the shit they fucking said
Fuck their words
Don't take the meds
Fuck your bitch
I'll take your fucking guns instead
ADHD wont repent
Is this real can't comprehend
120 I'm fucking fed
Up in smoke might hit again
Give me rounds so I can mend
Fuck the system I can't win
Got a grave made for a bed
Three or die
Or I am
DED! DED! DED! DED!
Pawns in a game of chess
Fillin em up with the lead
Rounds rounds
Rollin through this mental head
A Basket case I’m filled with waste
Demons be giving a taste
Full metal jacket embrace
Life is really nothing but a race
To the end
Sabotage our founders
Screaming at our Father
God can you take this life?!
Please can you take this pain away?
This world is sinking
Everything is falling
Everywhere we’re failing
Now we’re
DED! DED! DED! DED!
Leavin’ me out in three pieces
I crumble from fear
lotta demons
They reachin’
I’m weeping’
Gimme some time
I got you some time
I’ll pass out these
Left over spots on the
Back route to hell
No sleep or I’ll tell
No secret of ours
We sick of your cause
You’re not one of ours
Crows with the claws
Have you on your back
Pleading to Gods
River flowin’
With the mighty power
With your funeral flowers
Levitating far above
These fuck boys
They lookin’ so sour
Message back trash
Don’t care what you text
Have that
Cement up my legs
Let me parish
For now I am
DED! DED! DED! DED!