Video Weekend Horrors de Abel Santana 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Abel Santana - Weekend Horrors Lyrics

A good friend of mine

Told me i sound different

Told me i sound hopeless

Told me i sound broken

Told me i sound numb

Told me i kill feelings

I Just cocked a load gun

Im just tryna paint my pictures

Dont care if my colors are dark

Like the fuck is you running from?

I dont think its all pain

I think it some anger

And that shit just gotta change
I see thru your fake laughs

You do it alot more

You talking to all these girls

But you dont feel nothing for em!

When the last time you cried?

You walk like somebody died

Inside of your fuckin mind

Its out of my fuckin hands

My demons take me to dance

I’ll take it by fuckin chance

You scream that you all alone

But you dont want nobody

How does that fuckin work?
You Gotta talk to somebody!





This music can't fuckin help you

It only projects it out

I hear the pain in your voice

You laugh just to kill the doubt

Of thinking youre not okay

Dont say i need therapy

I ain't going to that bitch

That shit ain't gon fuckin help me

Dont wanna be fuckin cool

Dont play by ya fuckin rules
Im gon be just fuckin fine

But you know im fuckin lying

Im honestly sick of trying

Im tryna make it thru the year

But my demons just want me dying

I ain't got no fuckin love

I ain't got no fucking drugs

I ain't got no fuckin trust

I am the new losers club



In sync with the dark nights

You think that im fuckin joking

I riddled you all some bitches

This wolfs banes my antidote

And i think that im fuckin potent

To females that im in love with

I text you

You saying nothing

I call you and you dont respond

But when i lose my shit

You always asking whats fuckin wrong

You say thatchu love my songs

Bitch half of them are about you!

My feelings are so unnatural



And i thought the world about you

And you gave me fuckin space

Im running in fuckin place

And you ask why im fuckin tired

Im gon build an empire

To show you my fuckin power

Im shooting at the stars

Im bombing the fuckin moon

Oh you think that im fuckin playing

We live in a cartoon

Im losing my fuckin head again

And its not even noon

Its 10:30



Chorus

My demons playing

In my head...

I think that im

Better off dead...

For what its worth..

I ain't worth shit...

My demons are myyy

Bestfriends! x2



Such dark thoughts

Forming in my head!

Suicide

On the mind

Of just a kid....

Who am i?

What am i?

I know i ain't shit!

I swear to God

On the devil

Ima fuckin END IT!