Nightmare:

[intro]
i'm not fucked up, (no i'm not)
i'm not insane, demented, disturbed, or satanic (nope)
i just wanna make ya'll love me or panic, (haha)
so do you love me?? (i fucking hate you)

[verse 1]
the camel clutch, i'm holding on this nightmare
my life sucks, and everything is unfair
i see happy people, i wish was dead
i crawled out of bed, injected venom to my head
smoked a fat bowl, laced it up, till it spread
then popped an adrenal, and washed it down with some bread
i sat there in the mirror with my eyes red
and i started feeling weird, i reached for out my meds
but it was too late, and i was super baked
i had to graduate, but i was feeling really fake
more like a headache, cancer in my brain
suicidal thoughts makes my dad say i'm insane
choke hold now, pinned down, can't move
i hear my mom say come on now choke him with two
what do i do, they always scream and slap me
she said i sucked and my music sounded crappy

[hook]
yo
can you feel it?? i feel it
or do you fear it?? yeah i fear it
do you love me?? i love you man
or do you hate me?? i fucking hate you

[verse 2]
she said sorry, and drove me to the hospital
i couldn't leave, so i started getting hostile
i guess i'm crazy, i don't feel lost at all
but i'm sorry for my self i can't escape these fucking walls
the time's slow but all these bad days went fasts
in my group i was shunned and deemed the outcast
my only friend is a girl named hope
but her name was a fool, she was addicted to dope
she was a fiend for drugs, and even stole pills
and traded me for me candy, so we could both chill
i had to write a lot about who i really was
so i found myself fast, but i couldn't hide my buzz
so i was locked in a room all padded and white
i'm an emotional fuck, with a dream of a knife
and every single night, i was dead like chris palko
hanging in that closet with them lithium altos

[hook]
yo
can you feel it?? i feel it
or do you fear it?? yeah i fear it
do you love me?? i love you man
or do you hate me?? i fucking hate you