Letras
Cold tile, blue face, breath stuck in your throat,
White dust on the counter like a cruel inside joke,
Phone blinks, friends gone, you're alone with the ache,
Another black curtain falls, yeah, that's your goddamn wake.
Your veins feel like torn roads, potholes full of hate,
You'll trade tomorrow for a minute you can't recreate,
Sleep pawned off for a hell you can't outpace,
Jaw locked tight, eyes glassed, heart running in place.
You told yourself "One more," the oldest fucking lie,
Now you're scraping up for a hit you're too broke to buy,
Every promise tastes bitter, every hope runs thin,
A mouthful of ashes and a scream trapped within.
You keep writing your fate in shaky red lines,
Beg for a lifeline while we practice goodbyes,
Hands shaking, gut twisted, skin itching to crawl,
You hear the floor hum, then you hear nothing at all.
Bury yourself in empty bags and promises,
Cut off your name from every list of honesties,
This isn't living, it's a slaughterhouse of sin,
You're a blackout echo slipping out again.
Paramedics in your head yelling, "Breathe, don't fade,"
But you're cold on the tile like a self-made grave,
Dealer laughs in your ear like a drill through bone,
Says, "You want out? Pay up." you're already owned.
Five filthy minutes for a lifetime on hold,
Sold every "never again" that's the lie you told
Mouth tastes like shame, eyes rolled halfway back,
You're a human collapse on a body-bag track.
You keep writing your fate in shaky red lines,
Beg for a lifeline while we practice goodbyes,
Hands shaking, gut twisted, skin itching to crawl,
You hear the floor hum, then you hear nothing at all.
Bury yourself in empty bags and promises,
Cut off your name from every list of honesties,
This isn't living, it's a slaughterhouse of sin,
You're a blackout echo slipping out again.
A mother's voicemail bleeding through the speaker, "Please, call me."
But you're too far gone, and the room keeps falling,