Better off Dead Songtext
von Yüth Forever

It lives in my home, it sleeps on my floor
Every night I hear it′s nails on my door
And kill every bit of hope before it leaves my pores
Stop coming to my house
Stop stealing words from my mouth

So I bite my tongue
To avoid confrontation or offending anyone
(Anxiety)
I'll never win; I can′t win
Just a hopeless villain

I don't know when my demons conquered
Or when my skeleton softened
Or when the rest broke free from the closet
But I know every damn thing put a nail in my coffin


Distant, slime, lost, scum
All of the above
An embarrassment to everyone I love
The reaper still hasn't come
I′m so sick of myself
So sick of screaming for help

I′m still in fucking hell
I'm still in fucking hell

Rendered motionless by anxiety
A dead man to be
Trapped by this dead mans dreams
Cursed with the nervous luck of being me

Fuck the doctor; fuck his pills
Fuck the self-loathing that stems from the guilt
Fuck my arrogance; fuck my carelessness
It′s irrelevant; fuck my therapist
Better off dead
Let the grievance commence
I'm still second best
I′m still second best
Fuck