My soul is beat to a pulp
Mornings proceed to be dull
I mourn the steepness of hope
As i gulp down a new gallon of malice
The monster within me
Grows broad on my bones
I bought a new tone with my attitude
Yeah i don’t fuck with you
But i’m not mad at you
It’s okay, i just feel bad for you
It’s okay, i gotta stash or two
To keep me numb through the night
To keep me numb through the night
All alone, i’ll be alright
All alone, feeling alright
All alone, feeling alright
Bitch you need darkness
For there to be light

Pretty girls romanticizing their suicide
Pity hurls vanity, panic by my demise
I’ve been feeling manic
Charles manson in my eyes
Granted, i gambled with disgust and little pride

Well isn’t it the gracе of god
They’re triggerеd by my face, so odd
Sitting in a place, ive erased my drive
To signal any trace
To relay a new glimpse of my rise
Rivet the position, i got em
Pivot the decision, theyre rotten
All you little dickheads play possum
When the truth invades all the gossip
Fucking hate the way everything seems
Strippers selling the pussy to pay for their dreams

Bitch, do you dream ?
Bitch know what i mean
Bitch do you dream ?
This is what i mean
Bitch do you dream ?
I see through your greed

I was in the back room with a bitch on psychedelics
Compelling sights ignited my fears
I felt overzealous
The relics dangled above my brain
Stained in a hellish frame
Disdain developed as a result of years feeling helpless
I belt this out
One last time
From the shrine, conviction aligns
So divine
Clocks depict a submission to time
Stricken my mind
With affliction
I still feel conflicted
Decide what i’m missing
Fishing for lies
I’m fit to just die
For the fiftieth time
Feeling fidgety
Innocent side effects of the ritalin prize
Adrenaline climbs levels
I need some discipline to find syllables
So i could fill in the lines
I’m still willing to die for my pride
Under the ceilings, might dine for demise
If only the lords willing, by design i’ll decline
All of your feelings filling the night with sublime
Psyched out my mind
While i siphon these rhymes
I cannot outrun the outcome
I’m fucked
Devout to my passion
I’m bound to give up
Give it up, please just give in to the rush
Give it up, please just give in to the rush