Black out again, spaz with the pen, Lions den just got clean, im about to make the room bloody again, Who the devil decided I was sane enough to drive, I think I hit so many people, my Id says kimbo slice, Blacked out twice now Im checking in my rearview, all I see is demons hope I do well on my peer review, Think all hope must be lost, Corey Taylor would be proud, clothes tattered need a tailor, hail me as the chief of doubt Shrouded in bad decisions, cry but I cant risk it, next week Im writing bars, today Im stuck in this prison get it? Skelotons please listen, I no longer can stay distant but I get it, that big picture you spit of I cant seem to get it I throw fits to stay busy, blow bills but still in a hissy, forgive me for my tone Im alone and I get its risky So heres the place of the road where the car shakes and rumbles, but its not bass Im smoldering stumblin over the shoulder
Posted on: Sun, 16 Feb 2014 04:31:10 +0000
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