Violence sways to slice my veins find a way/ to file pain and take my final life away/ and now the illest to spit is a kid with a lisp/ whose visions consist of what a prison depicts/ From prescription sessions my addictions lessened/ and I was still moving Bibles into the fictions section/ Through the trials and tribulations and vile incriminations/ I still smile and try to rise to your expectations/ Thinkin my life is through, dying in an ICU/ and it might be true my dad was suicidal too/ Can’t find a doctor in a position to try and treat me/ since I was born with a deposition to diabetes/ Survived the bleeding and looked for a life worth leading/ and instead found violence seeping out where my skin is creasing/ catastrophic sounds when I had a lot endowed/ now there’s no amount of weight that can hold my body down/

C)

Itll be quick certainty, blade to my wrists vertically/ swore I would slit after another missed surgery/ to restore my smell and taste, the pressure takes/ its toll even though I don’t believe that hell awaits/ For certain, it even hurts t write this song in first person/ cant care for myself, let alone when my girls hurtin/ speaking of her love, I see her once every 2 months/ shed true blood to do stuff with my true love/ since now Im hearin anguish and openly despairing shameless/ Ill admit that I want to die on a daily basis/ reasonable and clear voices questions my career choices/ usually going on seems pretty close to near pointless/ Ive cried for hours, bottle of Jack on my lap/ feels like an accident snatched me out of a fantastical past/ sittin here drinkin the hardest liquor quite foul/ thinkin I should get a gun and pull the trigger right now/

C)

Anesthetic so pathetic, get me a medic/ cause another operation left me dying and decrepit/ Its common sense why I lost my sanity and confidence/ I spent 3 years smelling my own rotten flesh/ Spent my life expectin death so to even catch a breath/ just feels like a level met to the devils test/ Lendin this ability from my mental disability/ killin me slowly with my own special instability/ Description poor, had to learn to listen more/ being buried alive cause I feel so insecure/ Ive become so misanthropic it’s like Im dead and rotten/ poppin oxycontin till I couldn’t even stop the vomit/ for blame or for hate Ive always been targeted/ still somehow survived punctured and ripped cartilage/ The cold eats my skin and the heat is sweltering/ but that just makes the grave seem so much more welcoming/