Social Anxiety - d**h Glow lyrics

I awoke with the eyes of a vulture A craving for a dead set culture Hell has the smell of sulfur I've got a mind that's made for torture This girl I met, she tastes like d**h Head of a vulture, X's on her breasts Cuts on her wrists and shortness of breath She's the messiah of all that's left I awoke in the desert with blood on my hands Playing down the role of a family man There's no family to turn to when you're on the lamb I'm no son of god, goddamn But I'm still fighting figments of my imagination Placating my own terms of alienation This pain medication is causing sedation When I'm all done I'll be the talk of the nation I was born with a shred of Satan in me He lived between the walls of my stomached grief Bled through the course of my social anxiety I martyred myself so you could fall asleep Raised in L.A. in the company of angels The devil took pics of me to capture my angles Once or twice I got caught in cupid's strangle The lover in me needs to learn how to - While Jay and Kanye were making you watch the throne I was sneaking past them to steal the philosopher's stone I came in like an asteroid blasting a path To lead the sheep to the stage where I rap I'll compose you a symphony of static and screams I will feed into your need for a god or king I've died damn near a hundred times and that's a fact But each time I came back better than the last I awoke with the heart of the tortured A craving for pure, candid horror In hell I'm known as the scorcher My best friend will be the coroner This girl I met, she danced with d**h Pirouetting until her final breath Cuts on her wrists, cuts on her chest She's the queen of the damned rest I awoke in a ghost town with cuts on my back When I die make sure to bury me in black That'll be two years past the suicide pact Five years after I've relapsed on smack I was born without a shred of salvation in me Doomed from the moment the womb expelled me Chained to the wall but told that I was free Forced to sing renditions of grief out of key I was raised by wolves in a land of sheep It's in the shepherd's pasture where I creep You've entombed me so you could fall asleep I bet you'll find me dead in a garbage heap I wrote these songs using blood as my ink In an effort to get you all to think The truth is that everyone can dream I'm looking for those who go and conquer kings I've created my world in the image of me That's why it's so bleak and harrowing You're all just reflections of my solemn grief That have taken to the streets in protest of me Can't believe I k**ed myself over the company of sheep When there was a pack of wolves right in front of me Consider this song the beginning of the end for me A slippery slope into a grave for eternity