Heart race stand in place with the blade in your hand

Cold case cold veins make you less of a man

Full hate full face makes you less in demand

Glock case full rage gun scraping your hand

Thoughts scraping your mind give it scars make it fear the unknown

Make it travel the world as the love leaves your home

As your heart tours the scars

Cause your sins cover up through the light of the stars

Lack of light? Cause it’s dark

Sweaty palms cause you thought you heard voices but maybe they’re just in your hеad

Wishing that you were dead

Wishing that your thoughts wеre the ones being well-fed

By the lies saying you’re not depressed

Ima run right back twenty minutes never more for you

Skin kept scores for you

Heart holds swords for you

Mind and heart failing I’d adore for you

Wishing I had more for you

Wishing I had more for you

Bloody nails

Bloody teeth

Black gloves

White sheets

Low cut

Clean cut

As you’re lurking the streets

Cars fly

Hitchhike

Drive a mile in denial

Bout the crazy look in your eye

10 west of the Nile

Tempt test-

Pressure pest

From your pile

See your target alone at the end of an aisle

To yourself, you think “now”

To himself, he thinks “Wow

Thats a girl that I'd want in my crowd”

Mouth covered up as she tied back in sheets

As he untied her wrist made a task she’d complete

As he tied his own knot see his eyes just a glare

Told her to count to three then to tug on his chair

His body it swung and it flew with a clunk

She couldn’t keep watching she spit up his lunch

She screamed at him begged him to breathe just this once

Now she knows how it felt in his mind all them months