Sitting alone again, decisions of precision thoughts of where to begin
laying down all sins, hands gripped on grim, drunk as fuck with the spins
figure it like division, cables out no television or society to live in..
Switch it for the kids... terrible storms in all directions, have an inspection
cut it open wide like a dissection, pull the guts out with an erection
love the sight of blood, but lost with no direction, shunned from birth
to street protection still walking with the scars of failed c-sections..
Dissapointment on schedule, daily appointment, no medication or ointment
spoiled oil smoked over a heater coil, not knowing what murder meant
so curfews givin from judges convictions and indictions till prison
but only something like assumptions are given but not forgiven
locked up just for livin, but thats my minds decision..
Stashed underground a little taste of hypocracy from deaths sounds
how profound but proud to die a peice of shit, but thats being steep
6 feet deep, wrists slit from the ankles to the teeth, breathed in poisons
are annoying but I cannot avoid the toying smell of living hell
born and raised by satan himself, no powers to dwell
just angst to share amongst myself but nobody else..
Like ghosts we boast a characteristic not seen by normal folks
its hidden and surrounded by sharp spokes and a guillotine hanging
from a rope, when you spoke I broke my neck, I caught a glimpse of you
before death........................remember me, cause your next..