Takeoff

By RaneRaps

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Verse 1:

Blood on my hands I can't wash away/

Even when/

Rinsing in holy water/

Of my father's grace/

Years, cheers, tears/

Rushing straight down the drain/

Heart torn to shreds/

Now I’m walking dead/

Running out of sprains/

Toweling off/

With these tribulations/

And troubled states/

Wishing I can get a second chance/

I need a double take/

Lord knows we both deserve nothing/

Short of hell fire/

Pressing deep in you till you expired/

I was a sex hydrant/

For what once was/

Lush garden/

Now an angry orchard/

And i'm using the same candles/

That collected my sins/

To douse the torches/

Wish I prepared earlier/

To go down in flames/

All I ever saw/

Was us going down the aisle/

And coming out the craze/

With matching names/

But it's too late for the possibilities/

At the point my own parties pity me/

You better takeoff/

Your lifeless eyes are killing me/

Hook:

You better take off/

The countdown is coming/

You better take off/

The loud mouths are running/

You better take off/

From the wreck that I’m becoming/

You better take off now/

You better stay gonnnnnne/

Verse 2:

I’m sitting under this flickering light/

Playing a game of russian roulette/

With a mirror in sight/

And the conscience of a killer/

Throwing glasses at the staircase/

Stain wood with scotch distiller/

Search frantically for oxycontin/

To numb the feelings/

That I thought I buried under my basement/

If you wondering where my day went/

I been tryna plan the perfect murder/

For both you and me/

We can leave this life in truancy/

And the crudest clue is the/

Agatha christie novel filled with lunacy/

And the blood smeared to prove it’s me/

Who pulled the trigger/

And then there were none of those traces/

Of the truth/

Left for the missing person unit/

Like my body straight vanished here/

Clearly i still find it hard to manage here/

All these voices thunder in my head/

I can’t stand to hear/

Sitting down to write myself wrong/

All about you Jane/

Past gone/

But come Sunday Morning/

You'll see my tears in the rainfall/