WAIL OF THE BANSHEE ft. SurgeryHead Lyrics

My mind's stuck in a torture chamber, it's locked and dangered

Coats and hangers, ropes that dangle for all to witness

When I was young I never thought I would call it quits and

And now I'm old and I wanna it all, so lord forgive me

It takes my back to my little helium tank

I bought the shit and I laughed motion sickness from gas

I'm coughing blotchy almost drop my knees to the bath

Puking blood all the way from North Rhodesia and back and I

I should have left a note

Cause if life is what you make of it I'm going for the do or die approach

I just took some fireball with some shit that I don't know

Should have took some Tylenol and maybe supersized it all

Maybe then I would feel something

Look in the mirror, it's telling me I should kill something

So in the midst, how I can't handle how i'm feeling

Try to jump, but I always land by hanging from a ceiling

And my therapist told me try happy thoughts in the midst of it

So I did it with alcohol and some pill poppin'

It's the life of the vagabond, when shit doesn't matter y'all

Trying some Adderall I don't feel nothing

In the silence, hear the screams of the banshee

Hear the demons that haunt, that puppeteer in my thoughts

The Cavalier in my conscience, rides on a Pale Horse

Don't know what to do but just stay woke

So fuck 'em