Testo Demonic Depression

You got demonic depression
You got demonic defeated
With your own kind of pressure
Sad and about to derail

Striving for success without hard work is
Is like trying to harvest where you haven't planted
Amplified with anger
Self-inflected by fear
A darker room you may enter
They will call it the end

Corridors in ruins, are they real or not?
Walking in a slumber, fever, dread, and cold

They call it the deep end of the water line
Whatever it means
But I feel like you're losing out on life
Don't call it the end 'cause I know
You'll be good for a second go

Wombic cries of temper Sing along in the deep
Forgive me, Father, I pissed on
Your crucifix without sin

Dancing with the tyrants, dirty, rotten filth
Pool the breaks of horror, time to love yourself

They call it the deep end of the water line
Whatever it means
But I feel like you're losing out on life
Don't call it the end
'Cause you need to open up your mind
Whatever it takes
'Cause I feel like you're losing out on life
Don't call it the end 'cause I know
You'll be good for a second go

They call it the deep end of the water line
Whatever it means
But I feel like you're losing out on life
Don't call it the end
'Cause you need to open up your mind
Whatever it takes
'Cause I feel like you're losing out on life
Don't call it the end 'cause I know
You'll be good for a second go