Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Suicidal Failure, artist - Cage. Album song Movies For The Blind, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.08.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Eastern Conference
Song language: English
A Suicidal Failure |
Remember how good things used to be? |
(Although I seem. and appear.) |
Remember how good things everything used to be? |
(. to the naked eye to be normal.) |
It used to just be so good |
It used to just be me and this girl; |
(. thoughts grow haunted inside my head) |
Yeah, right. |
rrright! |
(. then strike! Pull out my naked eye and with this. |
My mask of sanity’s about to slip!) |
Sittin in my room with a razor blade |
Thinkin all my days are played as much as my single needs to fade away |
Shoot myself in the arm and start bleedin |
Don’t wanna go yet, stick a straw in my wound and taste my heart beatin |
Fuckin bitch left me and I ain’t even peaked yet |
(Fuck all that noise playboy, this leak’s wet) |
Smoke a bundle to the face lace my brain and neurons |
Carvin all my downfalls into my fuckin forearm |
(Cage snap out of this, it’s just a girl) |
It’s just the world, it’s just a life, it’s just a rusty Rambo knife |
Wedged between my ribs scratchin my heart up tonight |
I’m gonna pull this shit off in front of all my friends |
Went swimmin under the Brooklyn Bridge tryna catch the bends |
Didn’t swim deep enough my head imploded ten percent |
Floated to the surface, the paramedic’s like — what’s this dent? |
(I want everbody to back up, he’s still alive) |
I’m a suicidal failure, look my life’s a failure |
I can’t make it in rap because my birth’s an error |
Do what I can to catch a quick death |
But I’m meant to be here and that’s the fuckin hell I live with |
Took the phone off the hook, ate multi-colored pills |
Washed it down with Absolut and started writin out my will |
Give my dawg bootlegs PS2 and DC |
To my girl who left me when she said, «Pick me or PCP» |
Since I love to smoke I thought it was a joke |
Tried to hang myself and I fell free from the rope |
Broke both my arms, my neck smashed my femur |
Got up somehow and limped in front of a beamer |
Cracked my rib cage, look what you did Cage, you’re dying |
But I’m not dead yet I’m still trying |
Cut my wrist and walked past some crips bleedin red |
In hopes that I get shot in the fuckin head |
I drank a bottle of Jack, sniffed three bottles of kitty |
In the middle of the freeway walkin to the city |
So much PCP I changed my name to watermouth |
Pumpin Masta Ase I walked into a jewish +Slaughtahouse+ |
Throw myself on the hook, now that’s the chorus |
Got split from my neck to my dick, now that’s what gore is |
Hollow man look at all my dangling parts |
Dropping to the gutter with a piece of you in my heart |
Little piece of shit that I couldn’t fling from my chest |
Should of stayed alive long enough to kill the fag you’re with |
But right now, my skin is gettin stripped off |
Each one of my limbs is ripped off covered in thick sauce |
My head hits the conveyer, I’m not thick and a prayer is sick |
I’m wacthin a movie at Loewe’s alone and you suckin some guy’s dick |
Six seconds left when I die I’m gonna find her |
On some Poltergeist shit while my face goes through the grinder |