SUNDAY BLOODBATH

Black cloth wrapped around your neck, pull it
Cover up your face, mask on, breathe slow, you the big dog
Half off, all of my estate
Got enough up on my plate, bury me inside an 80's sears catalogue, ayy
Bleeding heavy through the gloves
Light sensitivity a little higher than it was
Hands shaking harder every minute, every hour
Trying not to touch my face, getting blood inside my eyes

It's a Sunday bloodbath, half past 5
And the streets filled with death, don't know how I'm still alive
Heavy is the hand on the button pushing lies
Said it's safe to go outside if you hand sanitize
'Cause they don't care if we die long as they get paid
Living penthouse life, while we work to the grave
Getting spit on daily making minimum wage
And my mom just coughed, when I thought we were safe
But it ain't safe now and it won't be
When this all calms down will you hold me?
Put the mask down, walk away slowly
Let it all go

All I want is any other day
Walking on a rope that's bound to break
Watching as the time is turned to pain
When my chest sunk hearing the message well that's okay

While I'm walkin' I'm claustrophobic
I'm crossin' over, y'all close for comfort
Check the news and they postin' numbers
Where the gov'ment? Y'all owe us somethin'
Wear the glove and I make it fit
Take some time but don't take a trip
Say, "fuck your protest, fuck the POTUS", can't take your shit
Where's the love I see greed, y'all really trouble me
Joblessness doubling, what's your priority though?
I value health over wealth
Guess I'm in the minority though
If you got food on your table I ain't got no sympathy
You should reopen your mind
It ain't about you, what an epiphany
Think of my family I'm hopin' they fine

I'm just calling to check in
Said you lost your direction
Thought that I had too
But who has one to begin with
When every road is a dead end
Every soul is indebted
Solitude is indefinite
Horsemen and we headless
More dead every second
Sometimes we just need someone to say that we'll get through this
Repeat that shit like a mantra
Record that shit then I loop it
Trade a chain for some prayer beads
Still cold in a different way
Sandalwood but it weighs on me
Through my thumbs I can feel the grain

It's a Sunday bloodbath, half past 5
And the streets filled with death, don't know how I'm still alive
Heavy is the hand on the button pushing lies
Said it's safe to go outside if you hand sanitize
'Cause they don't care if we die long as they get paid
Living penthouse life, while we work to the grave
Getting spit on daily making minimum wage
And my mom just coughed, when I thought we were safe
But it ain't safe now and it won't be
When this all calms down will you hold me?
Put the mask down, walk away slowly
Let it all go

Holding onto backwards little metaphors
Stuck inside a hospital, I've never been that medical, but
It's funny how a life can be so mechanical
Like breathing apparatus just to keep you live and tangible
It's times like these when we need a little mothers touch
But these days a touch is much like a gunshot
And 2020 is the year that kisses kill
But it's fairly evident that touch has never equaled feel