Sinners screamin

[Yah-hah]

I lack the hope to ask the coach to be a natural showman,
My flask is open with the lid smashed and broken,
I grapped the rope and attached the note so now I'm back to chokin,
I'm not natural flowin I force my actions to re-enact what happens in the coma of rippin my back back open,
Living in hell trapped and hopeless I was the last one chosen so I'm still halfway frozen,
"The latch was broken so I kicked the casket open",
I mask emotion so I just can't grasp the notion,
I would ask the ocean but when I rap a poem it's too fast a motion,
Drinking from a gun shaped flask with a one way task,
It's like once they pass I fit my duck tape mask,
Falling in this dunk tank fast full of one-grade gas with an unflamed match,
Should be dead but I'm one shade past I'm in a casket or an urn,
Rappin while I burn with the maggots and the worms,

In the winter seasons I hear the sinners screamin,
I stay inner dreamin cause my inards are just dinner for the bigger demons,
Walking the disfigured streets yet my vision is blurry,
These demons are winnin so hurry,

I cut my eyelids off yet I keep eating sleeping pills,
I can't keep asleep still so much peace I cease to feel,
It's the peace I need to feelfantasy I think it's real,
Grim reapers' reapin still though his sickles' unsharp,
The middle of one's heart lies a rose composed to little or no harm,
My arms are so brittle they snap when I lift a feather.
Laugh when you get this letter cause it's never been written better,
Than the last 6 quick fix shredders full of slips or ripped up letters,
Whatever it doesn't matter I still need my own place,
When I bleed my soul aches just to see my whole face,
I breath to my own pace when the peace pipe smoke fades,
The day is risen and I may just give em 100 pages of unplayed rhythm,
My rage is hidden in each and every page thaa is written,
I'm a slave a victim and everything your savior isn't

In the winter seasons I hear the sinners screamin,
I stay inner dreamin cause my inards are just dinner for the bigger demons,
Walking the disfigured streets yet my vision is blurry,
These demons are winnin so hurry,
Turn on the lights and watch em scurry,

So I'm no longer crying just rejecting hydration,
Just reflecting blind faces while perfecting my patience,
Regretting timed aces while injecting 9 cases of liquid from high places,
Infecting my nation with each perspective I'm facing,
Confessing times and places only me and hell face it,
Thoughts like shell casings int he 12 well placed 12 gauges sittin on empty shelf spaces,
12 layers 8 circles and 69 screams,
These lyrics are just background music played in my dreams,
It plays while I sing the button stays on repeat,
It preys on my dreams so I pray while I sleep,
She scribbles in Portuguese with her poison pen,
If she'll quit forcing me to enjoy her sin,
I enjoyed it then when she hadn't already destroyed my grin,
I'm annoyed within so I staple my mouth shut before my voice begins,
Gotta finish though my tires stopped diminished when this fire dropped,
Look at him another victim of this writer's block look at what the pliers got,

In the winter seasons I hear the sinners screamin,
I stay inner dreamin cause my inards are just dinner for the bigger demons,
Walking the disfigured streets yet my vision is blurry,
These demons are winnin so hurry,
Turn on the lights and watch em scurry,
Nevermind in the end I won't win so don't worry.

I pretty much just said forget structure this is on my head. Let me know what you think.

[Yah-hah]

I don't think I even realized that I have a succesive bar on the chorus after every verse. That's kinda fly now that I see it

[Yah-hah]

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