Can't see so you feeling shit
Heartbeat of the beast got a toll on me
I'm all me better trust the source and pretty sure you can't feat defeat
No words when you look at me
Heart piece and degrees falling like debris
I'm all yours better trust the course
And I'm pretty sure you heard of this before

And I'm a mess
Got damn gotta iron sight
And I confess
God damn, think I found the light
Aand I glance - at the scars so I pardon my French - fuck it all up in advance
Leave em all scarred cuz the matter ain't black
Put the gun way up to my head


More rage fuel the fool in me
Like a King on a throne made of lunacy
I'm absent fuck a helping hand
Never budge even though Shit hits the fan
No I don't, really cope, when it slow burns
Rope around my neck, cuz the cold hurts
Living on the edge, could it be worse
Pretty fucking ride jet black hearse

So foul what trait of mine
Like an overlay I
Cover pain with smiles
I upbeat so I scratch my head
While I shiver nigga shook think I lost the meds
No I don't really cope when you change pace
Tend to go remote just to save face
I hate every second I waste
And I loathe the day you having me replaced

And I'm a mess
Got damn gotta iron sight
And I confess
God damn, think I found the light
Aand I glance - at the scars so I pardon my french - fuck it all up in advance
Leave em all scarred cuz the matter ain't black
Put the gun way up to my head

I can't be around this
Can't fucking be around this
I can see an outage
I can't be around


I detest
The way you form me
I persist
So fucking lonely

Can't see so you feeling shit
Heartbeat of the beast got a toll on me
I'm all me better trust the source and pretty sure you can't feat defeat
No words when you look at me
Heart piece and degrees falling like debris
I'm all yours better trust the course
And I'm pretty sure you heard of this before

And I'm a mess
Got damn gotta iron sight
And I confess
God damn, think I found the light
Aand I glance - at the scars so I pardon my french - fuck it all up in advance
Leave em all scarred cuz the matter ain't black
Put the gun way up to my head

And I'm a mess
Got damn gotta iron sight
And I confess
God damn, think I found the light
Aand I glance - at the scars so I pardon my french - fuck it all up in advance
Leave em all scarred cuz the matter ain't black
Put the gun way up to my head"