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Pits Deep
by Denial Correlation
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I'm pits deep in shit's creek
It feels like I'm gonna drown
This quicksand afflicts me
It picks me and drags me down
Could this be a mislead when life starts to seem alright
It tricks me and kicks me
And I can't put up a fight
It's like I'm covered in concrete
And I came in on the wrong beat out of tune
And I don't think I'll be healthy
No matter how much you tell me get well soon
So if you're thinking about trying to fix me it's risky
You'll be here 'till you're sixty
I'd rather spend my better years getting tipsy on whisky
'Till my vision is misty
And I'd be lying if I said my self esteem was pristine
Watching life through a split-screen
And I'm so tired I've decided to quit sleep 'cause its bleak
I'm pits deep in shit's creek
There's no way to reverse
All the damage done
(It's more than itsy-bitsy)
Every day just gets worse
Sorry everyone
I'm pits deep in shit's creek
And six feet from mince-meat
And you can't swiftly convince me
That everything's alright so calm your intrigue
'Cause right now outside sounds like blitzkrieg
And I don't wanna get exploded
Those guns are loaded and I'm devoted
To making sure I somehow survive this mess
'Cause being dead is slightly worse than being alive I guess
It's like the world is in ruins
It doesn't seem to influence you at all
But I've been falling to pieces
And pressure only increases as I stall
So if you're thinking about trying to fix me it's risky
You'll be here 'till you're sixty
I'd rather spend my better years getting tipsy on whisky
'Till my vision is misty
And I'd be lying if I said my self esteem was pristine
Watching life through a split-screen
And I'm so tired I've decided to quit sleep 'cause its bleak
I'm pits deep in shit's creek
What are you supposed to do
When the key to exorcising to ghost in you
Is really close to you almost in view
But you fall into the flames and get roasted through
And isn't it lame to see
That the building I constructed became debris
You'd be ashamed to be the same as me
'Cause I'm scared to death and wandering aimlessly
Would you like to make a substitution
'Cause I don't think this problem has a good solution
But maybe it's the execution of the plan
(I feel like a failure)
And I'm sick of always feeling hopeless
When everyone around me fills their life with dopeness
And I can barely even cope with who I am
And I know I've done everything I can
If you're thinking about trying to fix me it's risky
You'll be here 'till you're sixty
I'd rather spend my better years getting tipsy on whisky
'Till my vision is misty
And I'd be lying if I said my self esteem was pristine
Watching life through a split-screen
And I'm so tired I've decided to quit sleep 'cause its bleak
I'm pits deep in shit's creek
There's no way
(A sick weaking pipsqueak)
To reverse
(It feels like I'm gonna drown)
All the damage done
(This quicksand afflicts me)
(It picks me and drags me down)
Every day
(Could this be a mislead)
Just gets worse
(When life starts to seem alright)
Sorry everyone
(It tricks me and kicks me)
I'm pits deep in shit's creek
I'm pits deep in shit's creek
It feels like I'm gonna drown
This quicksand afflicts me
It picks me and drags me down
Could this be a mislead when life starts to seem alright
It tricks me and kicks me
And I can't put up a fight
It's like I'm covered in concrete
And I came in on the wrong beat out of tune
And I don't think I'll be healthy
No matter how much you tell me get well soon
So if you're thinking about trying to fix me it's risky
You'll be here 'till you're sixty
I'd rather spend my better years getting tipsy on whisky
'Till my vision is misty
And I'd be lying if I said my self esteem was pristine
Watching life through a split-screen
And I'm so tired I've decided to quit sleep 'cause its bleak
I'm pits deep in shit's creek
There's no way to reverse
All the damage done
(It's more than itsy-bitsy)
Every day just gets worse
Sorry everyone
I'm pits deep in shit's creek
And six feet from mince-meat
And you can't swiftly convince me
That everything's alright so calm your intrigue
'Cause right now outside sounds like blitzkrieg
And I don't wanna get exploded
Those guns are loaded and I'm devoted
To making sure I somehow survive this mess
'Cause being dead is slightly worse than being alive I guess
It's like the world is in ruins
It doesn't seem to influence you at all
But I've been falling to pieces
And pressure only increases as I stall
So if you're thinking about trying to fix me it's risky
You'll be here 'till you're sixty
I'd rather spend my better years getting tipsy on whisky
'Till my vision is misty
And I'd be lying if I said my self esteem was pristine
Watching life through a split-screen
And I'm so tired I've decided to quit sleep 'cause its bleak
I'm pits deep in shit's creek
What are you supposed to do
When the key to exorcising to ghost in you
Is really close to you almost in view
But you fall into the flames and get roasted through
And isn't it lame to see
That the building I constructed became debris
You'd be ashamed to be the same as me
'Cause I'm scared to death and wandering aimlessly
Would you like to make a substitution
'Cause I don't think this problem has a good solution
But maybe it's the execution of the plan
(I feel like a failure)
And I'm sick of always feeling hopeless
When everyone around me fills their life with dopeness
And I can barely even cope with who I am
And I know I've done everything I can
If you're thinking about trying to fix me it's risky
You'll be here 'till you're sixty
I'd rather spend my better years getting tipsy on whisky
'Till my vision is misty
And I'd be lying if I said my self esteem was pristine
Watching life through a split-screen
And I'm so tired I've decided to quit sleep 'cause its bleak
I'm pits deep in shit's creek
There's no way
(A sick weaking pipsqueak)
To reverse
(It feels like I'm gonna drown)
All the damage done
(This quicksand afflicts me)
(It picks me and drags me down)
Every day
(Could this be a mislead)
Just gets worse
(When life starts to seem alright)
Sorry everyone
(It tricks me and kicks me)
I'm pits deep in shit's creek
