Verse #1: (written by Masta C)
Fatal blows given every day by people I care-for..
They don’t mean what they say, I don’t know if I can bear-more..
Important things always forgotten like it was a hassle..
Making me feel like Im nothing, and with this Im not bashful..
Constantly ignored like im the new-kid, feeling morally stupid..
I have hate to-rid, you asked who did it, you-did…
Inside me is like a grave yard, so many casualties that-died..
Cause I feel barred, and my feelings arent still like slack-tides…
And no one knows the pain that they cause to hurt-me…
Everythings blurry, and this life I live I feel like im not worthy..

Verse #2: (written by Gene Pool)
I'ma been done spittin in a senseless of the unwritten rhythm/
cuz I've been done spent, from this timelessly endless event/
will this life, ever come down with that hard shout of sense/
no because for me, life's only worth next to 2 pence/
but let me make this clear to u, my life/
related around drugs, booze, but left without the crew to cruise/
afflicted in this infliction of my own self isolation/
got me chasin in this racin, but I’m lackin all of the motivation/
cuz this downing drowsy shit, got me feelin sick/
like some kind of twisted, livin this without no self manipulation/
and it’s hard, looking at life, through my eyes/
cuz with every passing day, another piece of me slowly dies/

Chorus:
Death-disguised cause im next-to-die..
I have no breath-no-lies, hurting my chest-inside..
no rest, no cries, no taste to strive, on this life, like haste/
it just burns the eyes, cuz it's just death's disguise/

Verse #3: (written by Masta C)
No one cares, its just not fair, but why do I still go-for?..
I have no reasons, the moment Im seizin, I cant take no-more..
Im stripped-of-pride, and im ripped-inside, like I was made-of-paper…
Living a life of lies, nothings real, isnt it great?-im-faker…
You see me as “that-guy” to go to, to tell me fat-lies..
But like a dead person I soon too will lack-life…
So many lies Im feeling as though im part-fake…
A new start-makes, nothing but more heart-ache..
Being put down, smiles turned to depressing frowns…
Treated me like a clown, in my tears I now drown..

Verse #4: (written by Gene Pool)
whether it’s death’s design, or I’m just blind/
I can’t seem to lay rest my eyes, cuz I’m awake in a sleepless bind/
herded like a sheep, until I’m shrouded by death’s disguise/
brittle and I’m weak, cuz christ has left my side/
ppl askin me questions left and right, to much that I can handle/
then suddenly I break down and tears strike through my eyes/
cuz this life, got me runnin, so I hide inside myself/
try to restrain my thoughts, but no, cuz nothing helps/
and it drives me mad, sadness is only second class, to my undying past/
and I wonder, how much longer can this shit last?/
Obviously not long, cuz this 9 mil/
is singin to sweet a song/

Chorus:
Death-deisguised cause im next-to-die.. (masta C)
I have no breath-no-lies, hurting my chest-inside.. (masta C)
no rest, no cries, no taste to strive, on this life, like haste/ (Gene Pool)
it just burns the eyes, cuz it's just death's disguise/ (Gene pool)

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