Ride

I ride with my demons
I'm swerving Im screaming
They told me they're leaving
Could care bout the reason
Pinch me if I'm dreaming
Or maybe not breathing
I hear them theyre speaking
But I am not sleeping
I ride with my demons
I'm swerving Im screaming
They told me they're leaving
Could care bout the reason
Pinch me if I'm dreaming
Or maybe not breathing
I hear them theyre speaking
But I am not sleeping

Is this PTSD or a form of sedating
Man i'm just waiting contemplating
In the mirror all I see is satan
If I see a pig I turn him into bacon
Mentally I recreated
All the feelings that have faded
I infatuated the thought you
Now I'm lost like a rubics cube
Yes I'm done with the through and throughs
Now I feed you the poison fruit



Credits
Writer(s): Austin Warden
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