C.R.E.A.M.

by CTL· from Demo Tape

Money and stress will be the death of me Pressures on my shoulders My Bones decay and break with ease I'd rather fucking burn alive Than live in this struggle Everyday is a battle Endless and severe Wounded thoughts of what once was We can't go back to those years I'm fucking sick of waiting For things to get better So fucking rip And tear me apart I don't fucking care Cash Ruins Everything Around Me