"MY GOD HAS GOT A GUN" lyrics

Got a trigger finger pointing straight at
My conscious I can't fucking breathe
It stood behind you, it always finds you
Don't bother asking me to leave
Got stockholm syndrome instinctive survival
I'm victim to my sanity

Living life on a tight rope, have I lost all hope?

My god has got a gun
And he works me to the bone

Oh yes, this is what depression looks like
Oh yes, here to start a fucking fight

Sit back shut up I'm terrified
The veil I wear is all a lie
Oh yes this is what depression looks like

My voices screaming gonna die you're in danger
It's symptomatic barricades
Got a taste for addiction
I wanna feel something
That isn't pain and suffering

Got stockholm syndrome instinctive survival
I'm victim to my sanity
Living life on a tight rope, have I lost all hope?

My god has got a gun
And he works me to the bone

Oh yes, this is what depression looks like
Oh yes, here to start a fucking fight

Sit back shut up I'm terrified
The veil I wear is all a lie
Oh yes this is what depression looks like

My god had got a gun
And he works me to the bone
I don't know where to run, so I guess I'll stay?

My god had got a gun
And he works me to the bone
I don't know where to run, so I guess I'll stay?

My god had got a gun
And it works me to the bone
I don't know where to run, but don't make me stay

Take me into the dark sky, cos I wanna be alone