Slaine Is Dead

I chewed a hole in my soul when I was still starving

This fucking demon in my head is like a drill sergeant

Fuck this EP dawg, you need a real album

A deal with 'em Malcolm and a pill problem, again

To go and get your face off the milk carton

You've been on since you been starting all that sobriety shit

Dieting trying to quit, fighting and hiding out from society sick

Come back, parting your head to the side and it slit

It's so exciting when all the girls are riding your dick

Look what your writing, you've fallen off a cliff

You know the cure for that though

Go get an eight-ball and a fifth

Pour the Jamie, light a smoke, take a whole and a sniff

Birthed with the curse and cursed to call it a gift

Fuck the bullshit talk and all this positiveness

Your heart's in the right place, we'll give your jaws an assist

But let's get back to this madness, back to this money

Back to these habits that I have to become me

I can almost feel the fire burning back in my stomach

Heard the whispers of the public, they impractically hung me

They said I had a good run, I would fly some

Then crash and burn, they say the good die young

The thought of it made him bang his head

It's the word on the street, it's spread

That Slaine is dead (dead, dead, dead)

It's been so long you seen my face

Well, I come back to plead my case

When I'm gone and time comes to make a leap of faith

There's no way to keep the secret safe

That Slaine is dead (is dead, is dead)

Slaine is dead (is dead, is dead)

Slaine is dead (is dead, is dead)

They say Slaine is dead (is dead, is dead, is dead)

So many dark days, they have ruptured my patience

I'd like to part ways, but I'm stuck in the Matrix

See I've been out of luck, so corrupted and faithless

And now without a buck I'm like fuck it, I hate this

So many close calls, all these brushes with greatness

But not enough to power my spaceship

Not enough to persuade the gods right and face where they sit

As they parade the dogs of war off the cliff

And as I fell from grace, through the winds of sin

I had to go and find my wings again

While the angel of death goes and sings the hymn

As he strangle my breath, tore me limb from limb

Will you let your soul slip to the other side?

Will the caterpillar turn into the butterfly?

I can see the pain falling from my mother's eyes

But I keep on falling for these fucking lies

Still my mind holding on to the liquor and coke

And my fire almost out but there's a flicker of hope

In these institution walls where they kickin' the dope

I'm reminded of the power of that shit that I wrote (shit that I wrote)

I walk with the devil, talking to God

Murder stories in this purgatory, coughing up blood

But I will not break, I will not fall

This is just another rhyme that I wrote on my wall (my wall)

It's been so long you seen my face

While I come back to plead my case

When I'm gone and time comes to make a leap of faith

There's no way to keep the secret safe

That Slaine is dead (is dead, is dead)

Slaine is dead (is dead, is dead)

Slaine is dead (is dead, is dead

They say Slaine (is dead, is dead)

Slaine is Dead (is dead, is dead, is dead)