SOCIAL STATUS.

Molly weed suboxone

Popping plenty

Nodding off while talking

Walking zombie rotten

Chopping heads

The devil constant stalking

In my mind no peace to find

Confined from lies and snakes deprived

Action right I hit 'em left

Now looks who's talking

Watch your back in dark

I'm walking steady blade in hand

Nothing in my fucking head but death

That is that is the fucking plan

Take a soul I kill a man

Or what you thought you was now nothing

Numbers crumble steady bluffing

Smoke I'm off an O still puffing

Purple till I hit the summit

Piece together what it means to be

I can't decide or see the labyrinth

Of my mind I walk around without

A doubt or plea for change

My day to day the same it's lame

So puffing endlessly on cigs and weed

Or anything to cope with what I won't

It's like a prison see I can't see

What people all around me

Decide they fucking wanna be

Another fucking wannabe

Cycle out the washed up

Mother fuckers like it's laundry

Monogamy to pistols weed and problems

Shuffle vice to an anomaly

Not far off I'm a SPECTRE

Pills for my cuisine

She sucking dick until her neck hurt

I'm off the drugs and hate my self

I'm folding under pressure

You wanna die today

Im down let's do this shit together