I’m a savaged half-witted oxy verbal genius, did you morons get it?”
A dull damaged dolt that’s so thick skulled, hurtful I suppose when I’m finished”
Slash an walking abyss”
Infact an untold imbecilic, A stupid prick that outta-be witless”
An grievous-stiffness”
I sit pissed-fists uplifted tightly gripped to crisis and to this sh*t mixed with life’s finances”
Aching pain enhanced and anguished emotions that I’m sent in with throwing continuous missed-fits”
At this burned bit*h of a life”
Ripping brunt bridges again in”
Through”
Blank pages, and hear him brain storming mourning in steepness”
I’m alone and weakened”
Feelings speaking, leaving the most outspoken grieving spirit so speechless”
Ire Lyrics-shrieking, hear it?
Blaring Like a sharpened piecing cry just high pitched it”
I’m the darkened eyes of my lightest ambition”
Fixing my tearing sight on my broken niches”
I got his handprints, at the ends of my fingertips, and damn yeah I can reach it”
A fleet ship of steering dreams, I stare-em down to see it”
Below the cliff leading to rock bottom, easing problems I got em hitting its bottom dollar”
Scheming in my back pockets are my empty wallets, packed with silver and copper”