Yo, cutthroat days,
ahead of me
don't give a fuck what foes say
remember me, when I'm gone
nothing matters, that's why I'm running faster
I'm starting towards the farthest corners
of sanity, can it be the darkest horrors of tragedy
that keeps me up at night, I must decide
what to do, fuck the truth, I lust for lies
Drowning in my own illusions
reaching conclusions on every speech cuz it's moving
no one else knows about the day that hell froze
on every damn place like Melrose, ice cold like DeKalb snow
tragic chapters written, flippin pages bitchin
on matters that can't be touched
and you don't understand a fuck
about what's going on in my head
there's a million other things for you to ponder instead
I'm exhausted and I think I've lost it
a hostage locked in the closet
for years I've been drowning in crowds just like a moshpit
I see lights its my chance to advance but I can't cuz I'm trapped
alive in a grave and I'm riding the waves
of story-book endings, aiyyo I'm writing a page
but I'm pretending, money's indicative of my predicament
and damn I'm sick of it, I'm drowning