"victim/mentality" lyrics
VCTMS & Heavy//Hitter Lyrics
Money, sex, drugs
Obsession, lust, love
Money, sex, drugs
Obsession, lust, love
I don't give a fuck
And everybody talks too much about what they've done
Begging for crumbs to prove that they're enough
What has this world become?
Everything loses my interest and I'm clung to my hatred
Feeling so separated
Is it me? Am I the problem?
Why can't I be like them?
I try to fit in but I feel nothing
All of it bores me
I don't want what they want, can't be who they need
I want to feel anything
But people always leave
And I don't want to live out my life just behind a screen
It's a plastic existence as seen on TV
Nothing's as perfect as it's made out to be
Presented for the satisfaction
Of some kind of validity
Money, sex, drugs
Obsession, lust, love
Money, sex, drugs
Obsession, lust, love
I don't give a fuck
Life's lonely when you don't adjust
Huh, and it's only getting worse
The older I get, the more that I learn
That everyone's fucking disturbed
Hiding the fact they don't hate themselves
Put that burden on somebody else
Call it love and then blame your mental health
God forbid that you work on yourself
You want a label for all of your misery
To make you more interesting?
You want to wear your disease
For the whole world to see
Mental illness shouldn't be your personality
Kneel to me now, you fucking bitch
It's time to check your ego, you fucking posers
You'll never get the attention you seek
Spilling to every stranger you meet
The world doesn't owe you a goddamn thing
Did it make you upset when you faced reality?
We're all sick to death of the victim mentality
I can't keep up
Am I still to blame? Huh
When you punched me in my fucking face
Get fucked
Obsession, lust, love
Money, sex, drugs
Obsession, lust, love
I don't give a fuck
And everybody talks too much about what they've done
Begging for crumbs to prove that they're enough
What has this world become?
Everything loses my interest and I'm clung to my hatred
Feeling so separated
Is it me? Am I the problem?
Why can't I be like them?
I try to fit in but I feel nothing
All of it bores me
I don't want what they want, can't be who they need
I want to feel anything
But people always leave
And I don't want to live out my life just behind a screen
It's a plastic existence as seen on TV
Nothing's as perfect as it's made out to be
Presented for the satisfaction
Of some kind of validity
Money, sex, drugs
Obsession, lust, love
Money, sex, drugs
Obsession, lust, love
I don't give a fuck
Life's lonely when you don't adjust
Huh, and it's only getting worse
The older I get, the more that I learn
That everyone's fucking disturbed
Hiding the fact they don't hate themselves
Put that burden on somebody else
Call it love and then blame your mental health
God forbid that you work on yourself
You want a label for all of your misery
To make you more interesting?
You want to wear your disease
For the whole world to see
Mental illness shouldn't be your personality
Kneel to me now, you fucking bitch
It's time to check your ego, you fucking posers
You'll never get the attention you seek
Spilling to every stranger you meet
The world doesn't owe you a goddamn thing
Did it make you upset when you faced reality?
We're all sick to death of the victim mentality
I can't keep up
Am I still to blame? Huh
When you punched me in my fucking face
Get fucked
