hit down the line
blood drips to half time
swelter and swallow, is it mine
(yes, now heed this rhyme)
every single time you trip and fall
the demon’s of your past got you and all
of your fears and admonitions come true
thrust and ejaculate on you they do
cause they smell the fear of a child’s mind
and I’m not talking bout you, but me
yes this is mine, this psycho mind
trips and stumbles over fake lines
cause I’ve got a human mind, just like you
and I try to believe what I’m listening to
but sometimes it’s all fucking fake
fastball, fastball, sinker, oh you took the bait
on the spectrum, so I’m cautious of everyone
cause I can’t trust any human under the sun
except for her, and look what happened
the damage is cruel, the deed is done
so back to the blood I was speaking of
I feel me drowning, look at it run
around my face, down my thighs
trembles of death tick down with time
approaching the grave, my life a fail
cause there wasn’t a soul I didn’t save
not even my own, I am a mess
life’s just a pay stub of death
