| Tell me where the fuck I went wrong?
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| Took the wrong turn, wrong path
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| What’s Wrong With Bill?
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| Inspired by songs to kill
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| Cold-hearted, how can a person be taught to feel?
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| Thoughts concealed by shield of alcohol and pills
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| God is an atheist, why should I believe in religion?
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| I’d rather get my dick sucked and cook keys in the kitchen
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| Drive-by, leave you on your block bleeding and twitching
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| Break bread with demons and witches, I’m evil and twisted
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| Half of us in jail, the other half in Beemers and Sixes
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| CEOs wondering who let these creeps in the business
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| Creep with the biscuit, I’m heroin, the fiends are addicted
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| Life’s the American Nightmare, the dreams of the wicked
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| We cry blood, sniff cocaine and die young
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| Time’s up, caught up in the blowjobs and mindfucks
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| The metal that killed my enemies, occupy guns
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| Say goodbye cause you only die once
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| My mind’s grotesque, it’s so ugly, so focused, so hungry
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| Trust me, young Gene Simmons, get in between women
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| ILL Bill solo album, Howie gonna take it
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| Leave you duct taped and stuck in The Matrix
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| Tell me where the fuck I went wrong?
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| Took the wrong turn, wrong path
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| What’s Wrong With Bill?
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| Inspired by songs to kill
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| Cold-hearted, how can a person be taught to feel?
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| Thoughts concealed by shield of alcohol and pills
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| Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me
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| The other one don’t understand me
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| Sometimes she wanna murder me
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| Sometimes she wanna marry me
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| I pray that my sanity grab me andground me
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| I think that I’m about to go AWOL, lose my shit
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| As reality slips away, I’m starting to lose my grip
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| No smile is genuine or real
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| I find myself losing faith in everything and every person that I hold dear
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| I’m in a bad place, who do I trust?
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| I don’t trust myself, how the fuck I’m gonna trust you?
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| If I don’t love myself, how the fuck I’m gonna love you?
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| I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth
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| What does life mean without death?
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| Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
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| Would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
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| So many things I never had the chance to say
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| When she was here
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| I’ll see you when I get there
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| I hope that there’s a heaven
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| Even though I know I’ll probably burn in Hell
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| I live there
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| It couldn’t get much worse I guess
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| Suicidal thoughts, I think that I’ve become obsessed with death
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| And I know it’s fucked up, but yo I’m trying hard
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| So get the fuck out my face
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| I’ll work it out myself, it’s my problem, I’ll solve it
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| Picking up the pieces of a life shattered
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| I never knew my life mattered
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| Tell me where the fuck I went wrong?
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| Took the wrong turn, wrong path
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| What’s Wrong With Bill?
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| Inspired by songs to kill
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| Cold-hearted, how can a person be taught to feel?
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| Thoughts concealed by shield of alcohol and pills |