[HXNRY, Intro]

Sleep tight (x16)

[Verse 1]

I-I-I-I got no love for you ingrates, all of you mistakes
Posting your problems, like boy, you look bitch-made
I'm taking my meds just to feel like I'm nothing
Societies dead and we're given em crutches
I need a concussion, I'm missing your touches
My heart rate is rushing, I can't stop this cutting
This underground grunge rat got nothing to prosper

I'm pulling the thoughts out my head with a fucking revolver
I'm pushing down feelings and kissing up on her
My stomach is turning, The sanities burning, stability's hurting
Depression is lurking, I'm closing the curtains
Impulsive choices are fucking up my life, leap off the high rise
I wanna sky dive, killing that pussy, I'm takin her nine livеs

[Verse 2]

HXNRY the prophet, I'm Optimus Prime, I been babbling
Talking autonomous, walking anonymous, hit likе Muhammad
I'm shaking your shakras, put that in the dirt and I love riots
Baby come try, I been killing gods with this acid diet
Watch you're homies dying, man I'm so excited
I been making victims, sipping psilocybin, leave their bodies drying
When the prophets talking you can't keep him quiet
[Kill Dyll, Chorus]

One, two, three, four, bodies scattered on the floor
Five, six, seven, eight, I slit through your fucking brain [x3]

[Verse]

Sick and tired of your fucking lies
Put a bullet through your motherfucking head
Say goodnight, feed him cyanide
Watch him gasp for breath, bleed him of his life
I'm a [?] break his skull [?]
Driving fast till we're fucking dead, I'm so sick of living
Killed them off and laughed

[Chorus]

One, two, three, four, bodies scattered on the floor
Five, six, seven, eight, I slit through your fucking-

[HXNRY, Outro]

Given em crutches, I need a concussion
I'm missing your touches, my heart rate is rushing
I can't stop this cutting
This underground grunge rat got nothing to prosper
I'm pulling the thoughts out my head with a fucking revolver, I'm-