Apocalypto
Life's a bitch, then you die alone
The trees are barren; the leaves are gone
And so's the sun
I'm on my own
This noise drones lowly through my brain
From deadly sins, I must abstain
Envy
Gluttony
Avarice
Lust
Pride
Sloth
Wrath
So bleed me dry and grind my bones
A vine's grown 'round my heart of stone
Ah fuck, I'm fucking stuck
Lately, I've nothing but bad fucking luck
For nothing I lust
There's no one I trust
Internal contention; I'm caught at the crux
So back the fuck up
I'm under duress
The stalest of air is stuck in my chest
I'm fucking elated when dreaming of death
So fucking elated when dreaming of death
I'm vividly cryptic, 'cuz I've been dancing with shadows
They make it closer to victory
When I meet 'em for battle
And though they've never defeated me
And my heart is still beating
I'm just so tired of fighting and fucking shallowly breathing
So back the fuck up
If I were to rent my clothes and cut my hair
Who should care
Who would dare to claim to have loved me at my end
Shit, I've done away with all of my friends
I'm not opposed to dying; peace
Can you perceive the irony
Like rhetoric in heretickin'
Slightly open eyes can see
Will anyone be kind to me
When I'm gone
May not be long
The trees are barren; the leaves have gone
And so's the sun
I'm on my own
This noise drones lowly through my brain
From deadly sins, I must abstain
So bleed me dry and grind my bones
A vine's grown 'round my heart of stone
The trees are barren; the leaves are gone
And so's the sun
I'm on my own
This noise drones lowly through my brain
From deadly sins, I must abstain
Envy
Gluttony
Avarice
Lust
Pride
Sloth
Wrath
So bleed me dry and grind my bones
A vine's grown 'round my heart of stone
Ah fuck, I'm fucking stuck
Lately, I've nothing but bad fucking luck
For nothing I lust
There's no one I trust
Internal contention; I'm caught at the crux
So back the fuck up
I'm under duress
The stalest of air is stuck in my chest
I'm fucking elated when dreaming of death
So fucking elated when dreaming of death
I'm vividly cryptic, 'cuz I've been dancing with shadows
They make it closer to victory
When I meet 'em for battle
And though they've never defeated me
And my heart is still beating
I'm just so tired of fighting and fucking shallowly breathing
So back the fuck up
If I were to rent my clothes and cut my hair
Who should care
Who would dare to claim to have loved me at my end
Shit, I've done away with all of my friends
I'm not opposed to dying; peace
Can you perceive the irony
Like rhetoric in heretickin'
Slightly open eyes can see
Will anyone be kind to me
When I'm gone
May not be long
The trees are barren; the leaves have gone
And so's the sun
I'm on my own
This noise drones lowly through my brain
From deadly sins, I must abstain
So bleed me dry and grind my bones
A vine's grown 'round my heart of stone
Credits
Writer(s): Jahvon Gwin
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