Extreme slices and dices with no remedy
enemies seeing me, blast with dent knees
had my fair share, don't need your help
I see the kelp, welts stealth on my belt
When I see them I will blow it, show it, flow it like an ocean
emotion causes commotion, locomotion rides the coast and
I can't take it, they make it so hard for me to fuckin say it
evasive to escape the chains, in pain when I spray shit
If I make it, I want everyone to know
That I loved the people that I mentioned to the pope
I told him that I had no hope, to tell my angel
That I loved you, you never knew it, I wanted to save you
I wanted to hold you, know you, let you know
That everything I said, was for you.. you know?
I told him I can't take the pain, make me sane
erase all my memories, just leave me tame
just take away my life lay my knife next to me
oftened wondered if audio, or text is free
But now when I write, you always there to reject me
So how am I supposed to sit there and expect these
letters of sorrow to heal a broken soul
Heart is an abyss, my blood is open coal
I want to let all my friends know I am with you
always and forever, just forgive me and my pistol
I write these letters with my viens as the pencil
The bullet is utensil, escaped what I'm been through
A vortex of emotion, suckin' me inside a paper
If I lie in vapors, the pills will form some way later
So either way, this is the way I can be happy
The only form to heaven is when I really clap these
berretta's to medula, I'm living in hell that's cooler
Dry ice flames burning my skin, satan's the ruler
I'm on top of the window pane, Mom, am I sane?
What's going on today? Mom I can't feel it rain
see lightning, not frightning, I'm not fighting
The ground looks forgiving, my heart is biting
Everytime I look down, I'm actually looking up
because heaven is my death, and there is no luck
I open my eyes to see a tortous face
The devil speaks to me, he follows my pace
Swallow spit I'm swallowing mace, can't even taste
disgrace to my race, encased in empty space
Image flashing, I'm standing, this breeze is touching
tear drop falls and splatters, a metaphor of something
trying to think but there's nothing, blood is gushing
wishing for someone, something to touch me
eyes are dry, pools of drought, there's no doubt
that when I dive, nobody would shout, ''catch him now!''
A worthless existance is painful as death itself
Only difference is, I won't feel pain in hell
Leave me be, once I'm dead you won't have to suffer
Here's my number, keep it with you.... I'm gone.