Machine Gun - Instrumental - Caleb Hawley

Finding some hope in a hopeless world ain’t as easy when you gotta

Find a way to look in the mirror and like what you see

Some people get right outta bed with a smile on their face

But all them cheery fuckers they don’t know what it’s like to be me

Telling me to choose positivity, choose another remedy

Choose choose choose, you really think that I choose?

Fool I was born this way

Before you patronize me with all of your analyzations

Take a step back, look at yourself

You may be the only one you can help

Cause I can’t stop these thoughts

They Come right through me like a machine gun

Pierced my heart, I’m bleeding out

Don’t tell me it’s my fault

VS 2

Trying to pull myself up by my bootstraps

But even my bootstraps are pulling me down

And we got infinite ways to look at the circumstance

I would be drinking the kool-aid too if I knew where to buy it

Telling me I’m guilty of privilege, but I won’t give into it

When my blood stains you think it isn’t the same?

I ain’t so frivoulous

So before you offer advice, put down your megaphone

Come over here, see how it feels

Might wanna try it before you appeal

Cause I can’t stop these thoughts

They Come right through me like a machine gun

Pierced my heart, I’m bleeding out

Don’t tell me it’s my fault