Suicide Hotline lyrics

It ain't no point to me waking up

Everybody's time I'm taking up (no)

I got nobody, there ain't a shoulder near

I can't stay here and it's colder there (where?)

I don't wanna look back, 'cause it's gonna hurt

I'll slice my wrist and it's gonna squirt (oh!)

For me, everybody holds the hate

I get back-stabbed and everybody holds the stake

It's no roads to take, I'm in a circle drive

Bustin' at myself and I'm tryna survive (oh)

I'll disappoint you, and I will let you down

And I ain't got many homeboys coming around (no?)

You don't understand, so don't say you do (oh yes I do)

I swear I'll put a motherfucking slug in you (now now)

I'm the only one, the lonely one

At home alone loading the gun, and thinking "why not?"

I got court coming up, I stole a truck

I got a bitch pregnant and I'm broke as fuck

I wanna get high but I got piss test (oh well)

I'm always first name on top of shit list (no)

Get this, the witch has made my chest

Its permanent nightly visiting nest (what?)

It ain't no clothes that I look good in

I'm the motherfucking big red train that couldn't

I ain't got no family, I stole they shit (okay)

Restraining order and I still won't quit

I hit rock bottom, then I fell in a hole

Then I fell through the floor of that hole some more

Been missing for a year, nobody's looking (I am!)

I got beat down and my shit taken (oh)

I look ahead and all I see is more of the same

Of this self-inflicted bullet-hole pouring my brain

I dream about cutting heads off with a shovel (what?)

The dreams are getting serious, think I'm in trouble (oh my)

I don't hold memory for more than an hour

I'm tired as fuck and I'm drained of power

I ain't halfway there and I'm all out of time

I'm like a crushed light bulb all out of shine (oh no)

I been around the world but no place is home

I wanna see the other side when I face this chrome

I'm buck naked, I been jacking off, getting drunk

It's my last hours alive, who gives a fuck (me)

It don't matter, I'm doing this shit in the garage

Tryna make it easier for them to clean my head splotch

This bitch I loved, I hope she finds me

Sit up in the chair, put my thoughts behind me (wait, wait)

I'm 'bout to do it... can you hold for a second?

• Artist:Insane Clown Posse