What I hate most in this life is a long night
Four walls and no calls, and no lights
But the moonlight creepin' through the blinds
Ceiling fan on high spinnin'
I'm beginning to believe that
Tonight is the night dead by dawn
I'll shred my palms to the end of my arm
I'm spread and gone, embalmed
Put me in the dirt where I belong
Existence is overrated anyway
Fifty years later
They won't remember you're dead
Six billion people living as civilians
And I hated them all
I should have been a vermillion
Reptilian living in a swamp
(At least I'd have scales to
Protect me from the pain)

Enter the void with my wrist shackled up
Codeine and water that fill up my cup
Visuals glisten when I get fucked up
Rehab's for quitters and I don't give up
Cockin' the nine if you wanna act tough
This all by design, I don't have any luck
When it comes to them dollars
Don't make me get buck
Hollow tip showers when I go and bust
Tell me the reason you wanna be us
I'll tell you good riddance and
Then get the fuck
Used to fuck bitches in back of the bus
Nothin' has changed, bitch
I'm still bustin' nuts
Always complainin' 'bout bitches and love
When I don't feel nothing, no, not even lust
Triple six demons, in Satan we trust
Killing these motherfuckers is a must

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Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux