Sold My Soul to Satan Waiting in Line at the Mall

Roll up and I'll light a fucking match to the gas, no gas mask
Make it splash and all of a sudden I'm getting ashes
Lasting more than I can fathom
Mass appeal is real it seems
Mass didn't appeal to me
Six, six, six
Wrists glisten cause of slits
Heads missing so I split
Driven apathy, actually traffic
No tragic car accidents happen
You're just a fucking blip
It only matters cause we're matter
Scattering around a hole that gets blacker

Hold up before I blow up
Hold up before I-
Hold up before I blow up
Give me one more time I can po' up
Got the wheels spinning but my blood's thinning
Oddy telling me that it's time to quit it
But I can't, I'll faint
Just one lil' taste real quick so I get straight
I'm so in debt with this shit, I can't pay
I'm so in love with this shit, I can't think
Mind gone blank
I just keep sinking, ducked out, sleeping
These drugs my weakness
Seek this money, wrist keep bleeding
And it's seeming
That the death of me is gonna be these demons

Sold my soul to Satan
Waiting in line at the mall
I got six phones, I got six homes
I got a grave six feet tall
What do I know?
Failed chemistry
Hated religion, fuck it all