put the the bullet in clip let it sit and prepare
whisper words of fear in my own fucking ear
god, i swear i cant even feel my own fucking tears
i'm not scared its just that it hurts to even care
were the fuck is what i am searching for
i remember when i first swore, when the words were formed
i burnt my core,like its never been hurt before
till i learned to transorm thoughts to something more
its all lyrical now, straight to the page from the brain
i stay the same, split personalitys displaying rage
eating up attention like a dish of revenge
i keep spitting up intentions i cannot defend
just fucking look at me pretend i'm inneocent
sticking so close to this pen like its my oxygen
i suggest you bite down on this round
hold on like its the sound you cant live without