Deep Cut

($uicide, I'm choosing my addictions
I keep-)
($uicide, I'm choosing my addictions
I keep-)
($uicide, I'm choosing my addictions
I keep-)
($uicide, I'm choosing my addictions
I keep-)

Homicidal business got myself stuck with the pigeons
Wash myself, make a revision of the power I've commissioned
You want a description?
Watch yourself, the same position
Fucking my ambition like the bitch that I envision
Waiting for collision
Catch my drip, I'm drowning legions
I'm the entity, mane
With a lame and sad extinction
Cut myself to feel the burn
Killing myself to see beneath
Take myself to other realms
Drinking up the purple grim

($uicide, I'm choosing my addictions
I keep-)
($uicide, I'm choosing my addictions
I keep-)

I got no sense, paranoia intense
Nights on my own, powered lament
Whole life a mess, surrounded by stress
Avoiding the pain by cutting my flesh
Worms in my eyes and the slugs in my throat
Black in my mind ain't no light anymore
Darker than most, pale like a ghost
Most of these hoes rather not to get close
Over my cross, my skeleton stalks
Gave it a try now I'm paying the cost
Heart steady frost, but full of remorse
Burning my skin with the flames of my flaws
You want salvation? Bitch, step on my garden
I slay the opps, I'm the lord of the slaughter
Throw 'em away, make 'em drown on my waters
Called up the Devil, now I got an offer