| I bit my tongue so motherfucking hard
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| That i can’t even speak
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| One in the chamber and the safety off
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| Nothing’s there to hold me back
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| Rolled back down with my eyes up
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| One last breath till i pop off
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| Grinding my teeth to dust
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| Gun to my head, the only thing I’ll trust
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| At the end and i’m on the edge
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| I can’t get myself out of this bed
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| Contours of black and grey
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| Meaning there won’t be a change, not today
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| No peace
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| Is my reality, 6 ft deep
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| 6 ft deep, motherfucker
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| Sunsets to sunrise
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| Times hidden in disguise
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| Making myself bleed just to see color again
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| Out of time, out of options, out of control
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| Grinding my teeth to dust
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| And i just don’t give a fuck
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| I lost all taste except for lead
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| Tried to bite the bullet, but it went through my head
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| I keep the safety off incase it’s my time to go
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| I scratched my skin to bone
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| Blood bleeds red, a color unknown |