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Suicide Note
- These words, like suicidal radical tactical weapons
- Will imitate your mind so I don't have my depression
- I'm so tired of watching every day float by
- While i can't find a reason to get up or wonder why
- I'm so fucked up and why I can't handle my own goddamn life
- Why the sky seems so high and the ground feels so dry
- And the rain is just pain you watch fluttering through my
- Fingers as I try to catch it but it keeps on slipping
- I'm listening but there's nothing to save me, nothing keeping
- Me alive, me here, awake and enthusiastic
- I'm just gonna pack up all my shit into the back
- I won't grab the black bag on the stagnant counter full of laxatives
- I'm already shitting like it's nobodies business but who gives a shit if
- You can't bear witness to this lesson otherwise die you fucking bitches
- Because I might follow suit if you give me a chance to get off like Eodeopus
- I'm not scared of the rooftop or the 20 story balcony
- I'm not scared of no Luger or no rope from a fucking tree
- I'm not scared of Tylonol PM and what it can do to me
- I'm not scared of knives because the sharpness got through to me
- What I am is sick and tired of the living I've got to do to be
- It's nothing new to me feeling like I'm only a loosely
- Hung on piece of string that i swing on truthfully
- I never knew a damn noose could fit so suitably
- No matter who I am or what I wrote
- This is what I left for you, welcome to my suicide note
- [HOOK]
- I hope i make you nervous when I'm around a sharp object
- Because i know that I'm worthless and I am my conquest
- To settle the score with blood shed in my coffin
- And stalk Rob Zombie until he drops dead in his office
- I'm tired of living like Joyner or Hopsin
- I'm sick from the brain like I've got too many options
- You can move closer but I issue a warning caution
- I'm not hopeful or happy go lucky, I'm lost
- And the dark is the only way I can see through the fog
- I got the headlights on but nothing to stop me
- As I'm blasting Sriracha and going ninety
- My brain is racing I can't take it, that's why I'm writing
- Because every once and a while you get tired of fighting
- And the only thing to do when you are all done trying
- Is lay it all out on the ground and count all your reasons to be alive and
- Count your victories, your money, and your prizes
- Count your falls, your leaps, your bounds and your strides
- Count all the reasons you can believe in to save your life
- And when it feels like you're all out of hope
- Then you'll know what I feel like writing this suicide note
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