Wicked

When you sit inside to clear the foggy mind,
And the clouds appear within the sky,
When you sit inside to clear the foggy mind,
And the clouds appear within the sky,
Another day , Im wasting away,
Sat in a daze, Im rotting away yeah,
Another day, Im wasting away,
Sat in a daze, Im rotting away,
Life is repeating itself, everyday,
Not a care for my inner self,
Any way I can escape would be great,
How I hate feeling only feelings of hate,
When you sit inside to clear the foggy mind,
And the clouds appear within the sky,
When you sit inside to clear the foggy mind,
And the clouds appear within the sky,
All this hate is making me depressed,
Its making me so needy, man I feel like Im obsessed,
The feelings wash the good, now Im evil at best,
I can never ever rest but I guess Im just stressed,
I stress,
There aint no rest for the wicked,
Everyday is so dark I just kick it,
I wish we never done did this, Oh no,
There aint no rest for the wicked