Reaching up from my pillow tangled in dreamcatchers,
Angels with wing feathers strangle extreme measures,
Angle the screams better unable to see weather,
Only a fable it seems wetter fangs ready to be redder,
Seen better through keen measures of the chiefs lectures,
The "Abel" of these records put you on 3 stretchers,
Unable to sing better my vocal chords are open sores when the noise stops,
The Overlords local whore stabbing broken swords through my vioce box,
Screamin till my dad stops the padlock where the joys locked,
Swallowing alchohol without a mouth at all, life tumbling down like toy blocks,
The fist stops inches from the goal, Usain Bolt with his hip locked,
My nose goes drip drop from the tip top when my gift stops,
Slave to the tic toc, no success for the subject of my wrist watch
Stuck in this box with my the lat 10 rescues have flown right past it,
Puttin explosives on the Decomposed roses thrown in ya casket,
Tryin not to say something drastic, all this pain I masked it,
Cause I'm past it right, my rhymes tight, saliva is acid,
Plastic contraption for a heart my last ones' blackened