Stuck in a bad position so I wrap the blunt and I start chiefing
Searching for a religion just so I have something to believe in
Perfection in my intentions I've just been thinking about why the hell that im breathing
In hell the difference is slim i can tell you because I been in the deep end
These are just the words of another starving artist
All these sharp pieces of metal scream to me I know they're starving
Put my life in these lines my blood all over my margins
Over time I'll speak my mind and one day I'll become a target
The devil wants my soul but I know how to bargain
This life is taking its toll I'm starting to feel lethargic
My flow is so ill my rage starts to fill my eyes enclose in darkness
Blood starts to spill the world stands still once my soul has departed