Contraband

They want you dead. They want you finished. They want you signed, sealed and delivered. Sent to the grave. A flame extinguished. Another crooked soul to be relinquished. Repressed, another patient admitted. Depressed, another lie contradicted. Regress, go figure no fucking answers. Except to save yourself at the expense of another Contraband won’t protect you, when there’s a contract on your head. So tell me why you’re killing all your friends. Contraband won’t protect you. Not when the war’s inside your head. So tell me why you’re killing all your friends. Ghost, lifeline, Will you come save me. They want you dead. They want you finished. They want you signed, sealed and delivered. Sent to your end. A flame extinguished. Another crooked soul to relinquish. You keep telling us to die for something, and yet you fight for nothing. Ghost, lifeline, Getting help from you is a fine line. Ghost, lifeline, You could build a home from all your lies. Contraband won’t protect you, when there’s a contract on your head. So tell me why you’re killing all your friends. Contraband won’t protect you. Not when the war’s inside your head. So tell me why you’re killing all your friends. Ghost, lifeline, will you come save me? Pick me, pick me, pick me. They want you dead. Pray for the end.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025