Concrete

Cloth bag on his back, he's a runaway
Jump ship, skip dinner, he's not out to play
He ain't had it, if he did then we was out of line
Popping at it all and screaming saying "help me out"
Dead, dead he wasnt out to see the scenery
But breathing in the cleanest breeze of anything
He hoped to feel alive again
He ain't felt it much
But when he did he knew that he meant every "but"

Hate my
Hate my offspring
LIYA I'll slay, lay concrete
Lay off
Lay off I'll see
My end inside if I leave
Death it waits for no man
Sleep it lays in no grave
Flesh surrounding her hand
Makes you wanna come weep

Following the falling inside the knots of a net
And then he's honest of his faults and dishonest about his best
And he's surrounded by the bottle
Thats bubbling up regrets
And he ain't had to lift a finger inside his cell of distress
And he's raw
Raw stripped to the pink
Left sides left pierced
Right sides in sync
Call, call out in a scream
Anxious foam spits (Yeah) right from the seams
Holidays
They ain't half the same
Another empty cavern caving up his arteries
Spilling out the middle, joyous heart, this side of peace,
He ain't ever seen it, but his cuts and cutting deep
Speak, speak, speak, speak, speak slowly
Pulse fades, heart breaks
And his soul eeks
And his soul leaks
Out for a hand in the coldness

Hate my
Hate my offspring
LIYA I'll slay, lay concrete
Lay off
Lay off I'll see
My end inside if I leave
Death it waits for no man
Sleep it lays in no grave
Flesh surrounding her hand
Makes you wanna come weep

Dead in the center
He lays down his weapons
And his head is so ready it's heavy
And it's trynna paddle back
His guts aren't spilling, but filling
And changing out of the rock
As heavy turns to nothing
He feels his body wrapped up in God

Death it waits for no man
Sleep it lays in no grave
Flesh surrounding her hand
Makes you wanna come weep