[MORGUES]

Gun to my head

(Gun to my head)

I'm making bread

(Making that bread)

Burn that shit down

(Down to the ground)

I'm like a clown

(Like a clown)

All of these sounds

(All of these sounds)

Are getting too loud

(Too loud)

I'm full of dread

(I'm full of dread)

I'm better off dead

(Better off dead)

[EXTINCT]

I wanna slit your throat

And watch you fucking bleed out

You pig

You are dead to me

Perched at the top

I'm ready to drop

My senses are ting-a-ling

Don't want to re-live a thing

Too late to stop me

Cannot go back to how

I have been feeling

These past months

Lift up my feet

I'm falling

Drop to the ground

Ain't no sound from me

I'm on my way to death

Take my last brеath

Hold it in

Bitch I'm fiending

Scheming

Nevеr dreaming

Always sleeping

For-ever creeping (THIS IS MY END)

Well you can find me on the block

With the Glock up to my head

Pulling the trigger so I'm dead

FUCK FUCK