| Afterlife deserved | 
| Is it really real anyway? | 
| Wish I could find a better way | 
| That I would lay me down | 
| And give my life to you | 
| There’s nothing left to do | 
| The inner story, the purgatory | 
| What does it all mean? | 
| The Good Book says and I don’t really think they be wolfin' and if you already | 
| get tooken | 
| I shook those fears, and I don’t really believe and I should, and now the book | 
| got me lookin' | 
| Seem like some all types of hopes, folks, | 
| copes | 
| and what they lovin' the most (the most) | 
| I had the weirdest dreams and guttural screams and demons were seen from coast | 
| to coast | 
| (Breathe) for the last time, sniff as if you deserve it | 
| (Believe) if you don’t know by now, you just made it real permanent | 
| (Sleep) inside the golden gate, somewhere everyone hates you | 
| (Please) ain’t no savin', no face or nowhere to escape to | 
| Eyes is wide shut but I gotta go visit | 
| The automatism, the vision inside of my gut | 
| Life is like «what?!», whatever you make it | 
| Don’t waste it 'fore your time is up till the peace of you | 
| That you can see knee deep, tryna sweep 'em | 
| Keep 'em from peepin' you | 
| And when the streetsweep keep | 
| Sinkin' 'em, ain’t nobody speak of you | 
| And that’s purgatory! | 
| Afterlife deserved | 
| Is it really real anyway? | 
| Wish I could find a better way | 
| That I would lay me down | 
| And give my life to you | 
| There’s nothing left to do | 
| The inner story, the purgatory | 
| What does it all mean? | 
| Imagine a place that is darker than anything | 
| That you have ever seen | 
| The Earth is infected with evil in people | 
| There is no vaccine | 
| Baptized in blood, it’s too late for repentance | 
| The rapture is here | 
| Surrounded by flames and the smoke through the portal | 
| The devil appears | 
| Screams can be heard at the Valley of Death | 
| As the torture begins | 
| The judgment is poured on behalf of our Lord | 
| We shall pay for our sins | 
| Nothing to do but to suffer, eternity | 
| Screaming in pain | 
| Tortured by demons and minions from hell | 
| As they’re praising his name | 
| Please God, help me understand this plan | 
| From this planet of madness | 
| I try to walk the right path in this world inhabited by savage malice | 
| I take a look inside but what I find behind my eyes is eternal sadness | 
| I’m begging for forgiveness, Father, I don’t wanna perish | 
| Let me rise from the ashes | 
| Afterlife deserved | 
| Is it really real anyway? | 
| Wish I could find a better way | 
| That I would lay me down | 
| And give my life to you | 
| There’s nothing left to do | 
| The inner story, the purgatory | 
| What does it all mean? | 
| You cannot even see a movie | 
| Without the thought of a killer comin' to get you with the Uzi | 
| And you don’t even know the killer but he hit you with the tooley | 
| And murdered many more, the motive made is the man is moody | 
| And who is the one to shoot him? | 
| He is, indeed his | 
| Mother should’ve murdered him as a fetus | 
| and beat his | 
| Ass with his cleated Adidas | 
| Jillian and Mayci are deleted now we live defeated! | 
| Crooked cops is puttin' niggas in boxes | 
| I watch this on the telly, every day a synopsis | 
| Double cross this, really silly to pop quick | 
| And not get caught with the prejudice for the chocolate | 
| Caustic, burnin' so many right as the Glock spit or talked then he lost it | 
| STOP IT! | 
| All I was yelling 'til the last cough it was chalk shit no hospice! | 
| The homeless, the onus is on us | 
| Get blown up by the enemy and damn, it hurts | 
| A stronger aroma of grown guts | 
| Then bone dust, for infinity we damned at birth, handed dirt | 
| A natural disaster, kill 'em all in the churches | 
| The man at work? | 
| But is the one working God or Satan? | 
| Awakened in purgatory, people, welcome to planet Earth! | 
| Afterlife deserved | 
| Is it really real anyway? | 
| Wish I could find a better way | 
| That I would lay me down | 
| And give my life to you | 
| There’s nothing left to do | 
| The inner story, the purgatory | 
| What does it all mean? | 
| *scratching* |