𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕸𝖞𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖈

“He who fears being conquered is sure of defeat” Got a head full of spiders And a heart that isn't here In a room full of liars All my demons reappear Broken cigarettes and bullet holes One more to the chest and I'm alone Nothing gets me any higher And nothing ever will Tried to stay sober Tried to stay clean Wake me when it's over Like a bad dream “May God have mercy on my enemies, because I won’t”