Schaffer the Darklord - Empty Lyrics
....*****ed up... WhateverAnother Friday at home againGettin' *****ed up all alone againI'mma check my phone againI put out these feelers to three dealers, sweet healersNo, no, no, no bleep-bleebers(Whoa! [Vomit])Feelin' good about my life choicesI've got the right poisonsTo silence these night voicesAnd frightening noisesI don't fear 'em, I don't hear 'em, I ain't near 'emThey appear, I'm fillin' up the void that I'm avoidin' hereEmpty bottles, empty baggies, empty wallet, empty handsEmpty pockets, empty promises, and I'm an empty manYeah, now I'm gettin' pissed offCan't open this *****in' twist-offWanna burn some bridges, crossin' this list offTry to think about my enemies, I don't rememberIn a moment of clarity, regret making The BenderIt was a cry for help, you *****ers just laughed at itWhat'cha gonna do, not support me? ***** it, have at itI don't need you, I just need a sedativeIt's better since they stopped callin' it partyin', now it's medicineEmpty bottles, empty baggies, empty wallet, empty handsEmpty headed, empty promises, empty glasses, empty cansEmpty bottles, empty baggies.. wallet.. hands..I'm an empty goddamn man(You know what I mean, man? It's.. don't you *****ing fade out on me, mother*****er. I'm still talking, you son of*****. YOU'RE drunk)
