DEJAVU

[Bridge]
Suicide suicide
Living in my closed walls
Suicide suicide
Living in my closed walls
Suicide suicide
Living in my closed walls
Losing all my cranial nerves
There's no cure for me (X2)

[Verse 1]
In my room dejavu, trigga in my finger shoot
I smell like gasoline, burning flame take a hit
I feel like a plastic toy, cheap cheap 99 cents
Grief gripping in my chest
Clawing, staying in my head
Sleeping in
Breathe breathe
Eat eat
Drink drink
Hide hide
Hide hide
Run run
Run run
Run run
Run run
Ruuuuuuun
And the ignition hit