Die

Die

So you killed a motherfucker and stashed him in a body bag?

Corpse rotting away; now he's dead

Been bleeding out of the thirteen holes I've been riddled with

I know

Cause I am the one that was buried (buried)

In a shallow grave

Down Route 3

Under the interstate

An alley transaction gone wrong

He went for my phone

So I slashed at his throat with my knife

I ran home half-a-mile

Thought I left him dead in the road

But I was wrong

He came after me

Three months later

I saw him on my street

In a beaten bitch-ass maggot infested toyota camry

What can a mortal do, when he knows he's doomed to die?

The animal inside will come to life

So I ran

To the house of prayer

It was stale air; god was nowhere

Absent like he always is when we need him

To try my hand at escaping the torment of a man

That wants to lay my bones in a row

Under soil and dirt

Forgotten

I jump at the shadows

That dance on the ground

I imagine chalk-lines

But I know I won't be found

(But I know I won't be found)

He approaches

His knife is enveloped

Taken within my side

He snarls with anger

Lust and pride

As I pulled out I pushed him away

He showed me his

So I showed him mine

I pulled out my Glock 9

Aimed right at his chest

Pulled the trigger

Motherfucker had a Kevlar vest

Yo, tell me what you know about death

Is it infinite? Are we reborn?

Will my spirit and soul be remembered?

Or will my body forever be a cavity for worms?

Under Route 3

Just me and the infinite nothing singing me to sleep

For eternity

Over and over again in this dead head

I awoke

From my daze

To the click of a magazine

Oh, he flicked off the safety (flicked off the safety)

He aimed it right at me (aimed it right at me)

I accepted my destiny

Then I knew I would soon be dead

I knew I would soon be dead

I knew I would soon be dead