Down for the week
Down for the day
Dead for a month or a year where I lay
Thorns stay wrapped
Strapped never break
Sore trees sap pours drowned in my fate
Lost in the craze
Pain on my face
Gotta stay solo, hide that shit away
I been feeling things I don't think I can escape
Cutting up wings in my dreams, what it take

Dante in the back
He coming with contracts
Head wavy like a dab
Can't tell where I'm at
Slide into a body bag
In a shelf with no tag
John doe fighting that
Toe to toe with the rats
And every vision black
My thoughts get too packed
Dead people in mags
Can't figure the syntax
Am I talking through a mask
Or speaking with no facts
Making mansions out of trash
I live to die fast
Living to die fast
Every piece of me gone turned to ash
I keep hearing screams
They gone like this, They don't like me
I'm a bleed slow
Ripping through my mental on the nightly

Throwing away my cash
I think recently can't be sober don't like that
I want time to cease
I don't like this
What my life is
Coughing seafoam
Swimming over nothing
Ima dive in

Chemicals lost in my thought process
Ima dissect everything till I'm numb
Better you cost what the viper says
Ima find it searching but I got no one
Fuck it then
I'll be derro dead
Suffering and I can't pretend
Guess the devil knew all my thoughts from the start
I'm a star but I'm crashing out in a sec