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Suicide Hotline Lyrics

Insane Clown Posse – Suicide Hotline Lyrics

from album: The Wraith : Hell's Pit (2004)
Aint no point in me waking up,
Everybodys time I'm taking up
I got nobody, it aint a shoulder near,
I can't stay here and its colder there
I don't wanna look back cause its gonna hurt,
I slice my wrists and its gonna squirt for me everybody holds a hate,
I get backstabbed and everybody holds the stake
Its no roads to take I'm in a circle drive, bustin' at my self and I'm tryna survive
I'll disappoint you, and I will let you down,
And I aint got namy home boys comin' around
You don't understand so don't say you do,
I swear i'll put a fuckin' slug in you I'm the only one, the lonely one,
At home alone, loading a gun thinkning whay not?

I got court comin' up, I stole a truck, I got a bitch pregnant and I'm broke as fuck
I wanna get high but I got piss test, I'm always first name on top of the shit list get this,
The Witch has made my shest its permanent nightly visiting nest
It aint no clothes that I look good in, I'm the motherfuckin' big red train that couldn't
I got no family I stole they shit, restraining orders and I still wont quit I hit rock bottom,
And then I fell in a hole and then I fell through the floor of that hole some more
I been missin' for a year nobody's lookin, I got beat down and my shit tookin'
I looked ahead and all I see is more of the same
Or this self inflicted bullet hole pouring my brain

I drean about cuttin' heads off with a shovel, the dreams are gettin' serious think I'm in trouble
I don't hold memory for more than an hour, I'm tired as fuck and I'm drained of power
I aint half way there and I'm all outta time, I'm like a crushed light bulb, all outta shine
I been around the world but no place is home I wanna see the other side when I face this chrome
I'm butt naked, I been jackin' off gettin' drunk, its my last hours alive who gives a fuck?
It don't matter, I'm doing the shit in the garage,
Tryna make it easier for them to clean my head splaage
This bitch I loved, I hope she finds me, still up in the chair with my thoughts behind me
I'm about to do it
Can you hold for a second...
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