Kill Me If You Can

Sick and twisted existential fiction, I said: How am I gonna get through life like this?
Head-bobs noddin’ in and out of-a the body, yet I'm not about Klonopin or heroin
Fix that twitch, it makes me fiddle like a schizophrenic, how am I gonna get through my life like this?
Neurotic and catatonic, idiotic, not enough psychoticism to corroborate the sin

Take me towards the light
When it leaves my eyes
Give me a sec to catch my dying breath
Forgive me if I cross the flatline

From the cradle to the casket, hope it’s not too much to ask to come kill me
Kill me please!
Six feet deep from six-foot tall, don’t bother, give it some, or lose it all
Please come kill me
Kill me if you can