1991 (Acoustic)

[Verse 1]
Take a sip from the cup of piping hot procrastination
That’s another sleepless night from all my sleep hallucinations
Point my finger at the cause
Mom hates Dad and Dad hates Mom
But they did pretty well to salvage something broken since the year of '91

[Verse 2]
A different home every year creates an oddly scattered head
Filled with unproductive thoughts that pair with existential dread
I am in desperate need of therapy but cannot pay the bills
How do you put a price on mental health whilst еverybody’s burning

[Chorus]
I'll rest with this in my guts
As I'm forced through thе incinerator
It's cold, it's calculated
And it won't stop 'til I'm obliterated

[Verse 3]
Two years ago you came to visit my completely empty home
We built a tree out of the cardboard that we found out on the streets
We spent our Christmas at the dollar store and you cried a lot that morning
Said you hated this whole situation right as Mom was calling

[Chorus]
I'll rest with this in my guts
As I'm forced through the incinerator
It's cold, it's calculated
And it won’t stop 'til I'm obliterated

[Bridge]
I wasn't an easy child
I was stubborn to the core
Filled with a distrust in authority and a newfound feeling
I did not understand
Which grew and manifested in this hollow home
That creaked and splintered with every step I took

[Post-Bridge]
Well I'm sorry mom, and I’m sorry dad
I'm sorry Sammy for the distance and the aftermath
That stained and desecrated the person that I am today
The sour discoloration that fills my day to day
When it's calling me to crumble in the corner

[Chorus]
I'll rest with this in my guts
As I'm forced through the incinerator
Yeah it's cold and it's calculated
And it won't stop 'til I'm obliterated