[Intuition]

I'm feeling to alive to be dead yet too dead to be alive

Let that drip drop red and put the medicine inside

Bet I'm better than these metal peddlers but pride

Got me bent up like i'll never get a little bit of shine

But I'm fending off the time

Finger on the button something heavy on the side

Lingerin on nothing what I put inside my mind

Often bitter and disgusting

So reminiscent of liquor my liver didn't function

Now I'm diggin up from the dirt

Separating self from where the grunts go to work

Save your self hatred and your love of getting hurt

For your final destination stumbling drunk up in a hearse

Look it's purgatory for the people

Who believed the glory when they heard the story of the eagle

Fool you can't reinvent truth

I'd rather die the worst me than live to be the best you