Machine Gun - Instrumental

Finding some hope in a hopeless world ain’t as easy when you gotta
Find a way to look in the mirror and like what you see
Some people get right outta bed with a smile on their face
But all them cheery fuckers they don’t know what it’s like to be me
Telling me to choose positivity, choose another remedy
Choose choose choose, you really think that I choose?
Fool I was born this way
Before you patronize me with all of your analyzations
Take a step back, look at yourself
You may be the only one you can help
Cause I can’t stop these thoughts
They Come right through me like a machine gun
Pierced my heart, I’m bleeding out
Don’t tell me it’s my fault
VS 2
Trying to pull myself up by my bootstraps
But even my bootstraps are pulling me down
And we got infinite ways to look at the circumstance
I would be drinking the kool-aid too if I knew where to buy it
Telling me I’m guilty of privilege, but I won’t give into it
When my blood stains you think it isn’t the same?
I ain’t so frivoulous
So before you offer advice, put down your megaphone
Come over here, see how it feels
Might wanna try it before you appeal
Cause I can’t stop these thoughts
They Come right through me like a machine gun
Pierced my heart, I’m bleeding out
Don’t tell me it’s my fault