Six Feet Under

MTM, hit 'em with the heat

Writing empty letters with yo name just to feel the same
Acid teardrops running down my face to feel the pain
I cannot fill the void that goes deep inside my brain
I'm a vacant vessel that lurks in shadows locked and chained
What happened to the rose that bloomed inside of the darkness?
It grew weary with petal fallings abandoned and cold-hearted
But either way regardless it was still clutching on hope
Wishing that the sun would find it, shine on it and one day grows

Staring at the image of a monster in the mirror
Pointing out your insecurities, thinking that you're disfigured
And it gets clearer you don't wanna be on this earth anymore
I say listen to that cold-hearted rose and hope that you grow
The saddest thing is not see petals bloom and witness growth
Until you learn to trust anyone, then you shall remain a ghost
Pushing all ya loved ones far away, hoping they don't get close
Loneliness is what holds you and that's how it forever goes

Stand-alone beneath the moon
Inhale in this deadly fume
Screaming when I'm bringing the doom
Bow down to the king gloom
Lay six feet under tomb
Listen, my gun, it go boom
Death will be coming here soon
Surface from out the lagoon

Stand-alone beneath the moon
Inhale in this deadly fume
Screaming when I'm bringing the doom
Bow down to the king gloom
Lay six feet under tomb
Listen, my gun, it go boom
Death will be coming here soon
Surface from out the lagoon

Livin' in a loop, not doin' shit, losin' my brain
Self-medicated, inebriated, runaway from pain
Just another lifeless soul walking around this cold earth
Wishing I could disappear and some days return to the dirt
Looking at the crystal ball and all I see is misery
My words are falling on deaf ears and no one's really hearing me
Stuck inside the box writing out my own obituary
Feeling like a phantom, just stuck and bound for the cemetery

Pop another pill to try to numb and heal
Dancing with the devils in circles, not knowing what's really real
I'm grippin' on the fucking steel, looking down the barrel, thinking twice
Life flashing before my eyes, the end has come so pay the price
I'm like a puppet and my strings are being pulled by vice
I keep telling myself things will get better and you'll be alright
Still clutching this knife hoping could see a bit light
I'm losing on my grip, so I might not make it through the night

Stand-alone beneath the moon
Inhale in this deadly fume
Screaming when I'm bringing the doom
Bow down to the king of gloom
Lay six feet under tomb
Listen, my gun, it go boom
Death will be coming here soon
Surface from out the lagoon

Stand-alone beneath the moon
Inhale in this deadly fume
Screaming when I'm bringing doom
Bow down to the king of gloom
Lay six feet under tomb
Listen, my gun, it go boom
Death will be coming here soon
Surface from out the lagoon