Letras
Everybody tryna seek fame
But don't wanna see change
These lames, fuck em
Im just tryna see me leak veins
When im leaving these stains
He decay, dump em
Flicking out my switchblade
All of you bitch made
Been saying "fuck em"
Hate its gotta be this way
Found a route for this pain
This aim got em jumpin
Looking like Sting by the paint
I be designing my death on my face
But I feel like the ice on a wraith
Looking at me like im Blade
Being seen in the day
But I feel like I climbed off the tray
Dropping two boots in the dirt
In the middle of earth
I emerge to the core til im burnt
See me rise up from a curse
Being called out by words
Know I am there by the murder of birds
Im calling out to the dead
Reaching out my skeletal hand
Open to clamp
Close em with open defense
"Walk with me
Talk with me
Tell me where you been
What's in your head?
Can you enlighten me more on the concept of death?
Why is my back on the fence?
Watching the birds leave my side but I cannot decide on how I could be moving ahead
Tell me what's left"
The pain in my chest
Moves to my neck everything in me is telling me that I am a wreck
The nightly sweats
Can't catch my breath
A looping cycle of waking up wishing I didn't instead