i've finally run out of options Songtext
von funeral

Bitch, I fucked up (damn), Draco with the cooling kit
If I got this gun up in my hand, I swear I′m shooting it
I wish I could feel okay at heart, at heart I'm losing it
I walk in, start shooting shit, bitch, I walk in, start

I ran out of options, nothing going on inside my head
I have no conscience, existential dread, not scared of death
Think of it often, everything looks okay on the surface
But I′m rotten, ho, my brain is melting
I reach out for help, but I don't think nothing could help it
Then I do the things I do and they all say I'm selfish
If I walk inside this bitch, I swear to God, I′ll air the whole place out
So much blood on my face now

Oh, my God, bitch, I feel so bad, wait, I think I don′t
Hold up, ho, where my feelings go? Hold up, I'on know
Bitch, I′m gone, bitch, I feel insane, hold up, no, I don't
Feel like God, feel like I′m Satan, I start lo-


Woke up, I passed out on the ground
I can't tell if you′re talking to me, where do I hear this sound?
There's a ring and I hear it, I hear it all the way around
Drowned myself in the river where I know I will not be found
I never wanna be found, ah

I ran out of options, nothing going on inside my head
I have no conscience, existential dread, not scared of death
Think of it often, everything looks okay on the surface
But I'm rotten, ho, my brain is melting
I reach out for help, but I don′t think nothing could help it
Then I do the things I do and they all say I′m selfish
If I walk inside this bitch, I swear to God, I'll air the whole place out
So much blood on my face now

I ran out of options, nothing going on inside my head
I have no conscience, existential dread, not scared of death
Think of it often, everything looks okay on the surface
But I′m rotting, ho, my brain is melting