I been steady usin the used needle to mutilate skin tissue
Pumpin that juice in bringin life back to those limbs that remain useless
Like pickin a dead horse as your one-trick pony parade that shit around stupid
"Look it's not what you think" its a fly-by-night solution

What an end to an execution

And once that guillotine snaps your neck - you are finally free
Sent to a place where the marquee reads "LIVE FROM THE BELLY OF THE BEAST"
Where the light don't live and the damned don't leave
Not Hell on Earth but the space between, try as you might bribe that ferry man
he won't take your two cents off your hand and carry you along that river's edge
Started making hobbies out of failed attempts
When I write it all out it still sounds better in my head
Haunted by the devils that are bred in detail, never ending struggle for the guardian angels
A chess game where the winner takes over the other shoulders prime real estate
I could really use some help here

I got room for some new ideas underneath my bed, but...
A box spring feeling a lot like barbwire is the place where I rest my head
Alone in a dark spot where thoughts race and I can't keep pace
Trying to sever my stomach and hopin I can open up and let the monster escape
when the razor blade cuts it goes both ways
From the vein to the page from the cage to the maze
Make another mess of my wrist till the ink runs dry, realize
we are not okay

Another diamond in the rough draft, can you see the potential I might have?
As the medics rush in and keep that tourniquet tight cus the kid will lose blood fast
Putting pressure on the wound and wondering how long will that pulse last?
Miracles have happened for less, but I'm willing to bet this time there isn't much time left
I'm willing to bet this time there isn't much time left
I'm not afraid to die cus I'm scared to death
I'm not afraid to die cus I'm scared to death