Dead and Cold
Robert Martino Lyrics

Dead, I wish I was dead and cold
The singer is expressing a deep desire to be dead and no longer in pain

I spend every single day, just tryna get bigger
The singer is devoted to his music and works hard to achieve success

'Til depression starts to hit, and I′m like "go figure"
Despite his hard work, the singer often becomes depressed and feels helpless

I started making music, all because I love the art
The singer's initial motivation for making music was his love for the art form

But now the music's making me, and it's tearing me apart
However, the music industry has taken a toll on his mental health and caused him suffering

So, I just don′t know what to do, I′m looking in the mirror
The singer is lost and unsure of what to do to escape his pain

I thought that we were pretty cool, 'til you tried to pull the trigger
The singer has been betrayed and hurt by someone he thought was a friend

So now I′m just here, hanging out in a white room
He is now alone and isolated, possibly in a psychiatric institution

While I watch my own blood, drip from across the room
He is so lost in his own pain that he is watching himself bleed without reacting

So, I'm staring at the ceiling
The singer is lost in his thoughts, staring blankly at the ceiling

I think I lost some blood, but I still got some feeling
Though he is bleeding out, he still feels the pain and sadness

I′m blowing out my brains, 'til my heart is on the ceiling
He is attempting suicide by shooting himself in the head

And I just don′t understand how I'm still dealing
Despite his pain, he is still alive and coping with his struggles

So, I'm taking out the piece, ′cause I′m fucking done
He is now ready to end his life and is preparing to shoot himself

I only got one shot like the Gala-gun
He only has one chance to end his life and is comparing it to a gun with only one bullet

So, I take each bullet, and I load them in the clip
He prepares to shoot himself by loading bullets into the gun

'Til I taste all the blood that started dripping down my lip
He puts the gun in his mouth and tastes his own blood as he prepares to pull the trigger

I′m just here on my own
He is completely alone in his pain

No place to call home
He feels like he has nowhere to go and no one to turn to

So I keep cuttin' deep, ′til I start to hit the fucking bone
He is engaging in self-harm to cope with his pain and is cutting himself until he reaches his own bone

And I just don't know where I wanna go
He is completely lost and unsure of what he wants or where he wants to be

I′m just lost between real and what I don't know
He feels lost and unsure of what is real and what is not

So, I try to harden up with the way I write these verses
The singer uses his music to express his pain and try to cope with it

But they figured out the trick, so I started writing cursive
However, the music industry seems to have figured out his pain and he has resorted to writing in a more hidden way, using cursive

Yeah, I just wish I was dead and cold
The singer reiterates his deep desire to no longer exist and be free from his pain