Heaven - Intellectual

[Verse 1: REDZED]

Angels cry, suicide

Take my hand, realize

It's all in good fun, loading my gun

Blow my brains out, burn and fade out

I hate this; can we fake it?

I made this, let's base it

I hate this; can we face it?

I made this, let's base it

Fuck, I'm just a fiend, I might dance out in the rain

I keep coming up with numbers 'til I run out of my brain

I keep looking in the streets for my next dose I might need

All these lovely women, all they want are diamonds and a ring

I love these pills, but all my friends, they think I just like leaving

I'm kneeling to the beings greeting me with bleeding briefings

Revealing what they're stealing, I say that they’re not real and

Appealing to my treason, but they know I won't stop healing

I hate this; can we fake it?

I made this, let's base it

I hate this; can we face it?

I made this, let's base it

I be waiting and craving and thinking 'bout the past

I am hating the fading, I was not built to last

I be waiting and craving and thinking 'bout the past

I am hating the fading, I was not built to last

And no more thoughts