Damn I feel so red, I think I'm caving in

Pace through the wind, they're testing him

My stomach turning to a gelatin

Got nausea seeping straight through my throat

I'm thinking I'm boutta fall again

It's sudden yet persistent

My eyes are melting off my skin

Hunned rackz, got a bus to catch

And lots of hands in this duffel bag

Got a flame sitting on top this match

Gasoline trailing through the back

I dreamt a day that I lay awake

My mouth parched, all dry today

Everlasting stomach ache, my body decay

Now Bitch I walk up to the gate

I'm circling round the rusted drain

My hands decide to shield my face

But I can see through anyway

I fell asleep when I woke up

I can not seem to ever stop

I slept inside my Girbaud jeans

I threw up God, I threw up me

I woke up to the sound of glass shattering

So I did the dash

I turned around and I saw myself

Got stabbed, but now I'm coming back

I slept for nearly 40 days

I woke up cold and so afraid

My stomach red, persistent ache

Had no idea, I was afraid

Gnawing on a pen cap, I'm the living dead

The skies been gray for seven weeks

I haven't seen a flake of grass

My life starts to plummet, I don't know, but I won't give up on that

I won't push the daises boyy, I promise that I'm coming back

I'm way too cold

Enough to make my body lock

Blood leaking from the puncture starts to drip, n fuckin dye my socks

Flannel makeshift tourniquet, It's pressure holding up my body

Never was, never there, never see

Crystal harp in a church, placing me under a curse

I wish that I was more religious, maybe then this shit would work

Maybe then I'd have the faith, I'd know that everything's okay

Got a sword inside my stomach, motherfuck a stomach ache

I got my wits about me in a room of glass bricks

Eighteen years old, Ion give a shit

I was pacing round the subway, clenching nothing in my fists

Knew I had to start over just to begin, like

Pop Pop Pop when you fuckin with my money

And for the love of green, that doesn't mean shit to me

For the happy I'm a fein, don't care how fuckin crummy I gotta be

I got candy on my wrists but I'm not scene, whatchu mean?

Clenching on my stomach relieve the pain

I gotta throw up but I'm hungry, just the same, either way

There's just a flame disintegrating my brain

This itch can't be relieved, only reached by a 12 gauge

Now Bitch I walk up to the gate

I'm circling round the rusted drain

My hands decide to shield my face

But I can see through anyway

I fell asleep when I woke up

I can not seem to ever stop

I slept inside my Girbaud jeans

I threw up God, I threw up me

I woke up to the sound of glass shattering

So I did the dash

I turned around and I saw myself

Got stabbed, but now I'm coming back

I slept for nearly 40 days

I woke up cold and so afraid

My stomach red, persistent ache

Had no idea, I was afraid

Now Bitch I walk up to the gate

I'm circling round the rusted drain

My hands decide to shield my face

But I can see through anyway

I fell asleep when I woke up

I can not seem to ever stop

I slept inside my Girbaud jeans

I threw up God, I threw up me

I woke up to the sound of glass shattering

So I did the dash

I turned around and I saw myself

Got stabbed, but now I'm coming back

I slept for nearly 40 days

I woke up cold and so afraid

My stomach red, persistent ache

Had no idea, I was afraid