I talk to shadows, they talk back,
No light, no soul, just pitch black.
Ash in my lungs, I breathe slow,
Every step I take, I feel death grow.
Chain on my neck, it's tight like fate,
Smilin’ at the void with a razor blade.
F*** your love, f*** your peace,
I made a home with the f***in' deceased.
Death's my neighbor, pain my priest,
I baptize hate in a flood of grief.
Don't preach to me, I’m past redemption,
I slit my thoughts with no f***in’ question.
Burn that bridge, light that flame,
Let the whole world choke on my name.
I’m the silence after the scream —
Half-dead junkie with a suicide dream.
Mind full of static, grip on a habit,
Dead since birth, I was born a savage.
Mirror crack’d — all I see is sin,
God turned his back, so I let the devil in.
Talk that sh*t, end up missin’,
I’m the echo in your grave when no one listenin’.
Heart iced out, veins full of rage,
I don’t bleed no more, just rot on stage.
I ain't runnin’, I just decay,
One more hit, then fade away.
Six feet deep, I finally rest,
Middle fingers up on my final breath.
