Wither

No no no no no no
Six minus five is one
A chance a bullet leaves this gun
Don't do it don't do it don't do it please oh my god
If I die before I wake
I pray to lord my soul to take

Sweet oranges, and tangerines
So it seemed that life would be
Of what was told to younger me
Naive, believed in fantasy

Bitter thorns keep holding on
Ripping this tender flesh all apart
Crimson tears pumped from my heart
Crippled we had a broken start

Fertilizer from my pain
Further from the cold disdain
A faggot born with a girls name
A million voices in my brain

Six choices with this sick choice
My departure leads to rejoice
I'll be murdered like a rolls Royce
Tombstone will read "what's the point?"

This album is an amalgam of different snippets
Of how this flower blooms, the many cycles of
Passing moons are blurred like a distant memory

These moments are developed to the best of my
Ability with a sense of lyricism and musicality
Of how I grew into the man that speaks to you
Ever since that day I always felt like I was on borrowed time
Not ever sure if choice I made was wrong or right
I hope you enjoy this journey and watch how I bloom