Way Out - Bass Drum Of Death

And if I flipped out on my own

Whatever would I want for you to say

On 18 years now all alone

I’m feeling smaller almost everyday

Wherever I should go

I’m never coming home

I got my way out

I got my way out

However I can float

I’m never going home

I got my way out

I got my way out

I’ve gotta stop and check my tone

Everyone hears just what they wanna hear

And now I’m fucked up in my zone

Pitiful fools won’t make it and it’s clear