PARANOIA STAR

I was thinking
In leaving everything and throwing it away
Remove me from the calendar
Disappear for a year or more
I'm fed up
Maybe I'll sell my soul to the devil
To be a petty tyrant
Or somehow heal my pain

I wish I could agree with you
There are ashes of hell in my cough
But I can't escape being me without myself

No plan B orplan A
I already changed and I'm still the same
I know, I always do everything wrong
I don't want to dramatize

But I was thinking
In leaving everything and throwing it away
Remove me from the calendar
Disappear for a year or more
I'm fed up
Maybe I'll sell my soul to the devil
To be a petty tyrant
Or somehow heal my pain

Hangover antidepressants
Wanting to live is not enough
I always save everyone else, but no one ever saves me
Calm down, false alarm!
Shame on me when I care about my soul
My mind is a weapon
And my fingers are poised to fire
I never sleep anymore
Paranoia star!

But I was thinking
In leaving everything and throwing it away
Remove me from the calendar
Disappear for a year or more
I'm fed up
Maybe I'll sell my soul to the devil
To be a petty tyrant
Or somehow heal my pain