The depression turns into anger, and I don't have an answer
To solve the metaphysical questions, I feel like raven
In solitude, contemplating about suicide
Roping in the darkness, losing my entire pride
I lost my friends, when I experienced the desolation
The agony and mutilation, I accuse the nation
Should I accuse the God, for throwing me
Into this pit of darkness, it is too much misery
It feels like I carry a bag of pain in my stomach
The cramps are kicking in, even if I take some Zantac
A lake of tears in my hottub, when in the nightclub
I see hedonism taking form, I should go to pub
To solve the metaphysical questions, I feel like raven
In solitude, contemplating about suicide
Roping in the darkness, losing my entire pride
I lost my friends, when I experienced the desolation
The agony and mutilation, I accuse the nation
Should I accuse the God, for throwing me
Into this pit of darkness, it is too much misery
It feels like I carry a bag of pain in my stomach
The cramps are kicking in, even if I take some Zantac
A lake of tears in my hottub, when in the nightclub
I see hedonism taking form, I should go to pub
