Shoot Frank (feat. Daryl Palumbo)

One last vein to poke, made it too dark to see this Scenery slips then line up to go in the ground and leave us To repeat this 'til I'm sick and I won't feed this To my little girl who kept me in this world to beat this As a little kid, taught to follow Jesus Get to the front of the line line, I'm being led by elitists So when I speak words that I don't mean It's like how only in the cloud do I know what serene is Unable to wake or delete the reasons Or be the same bed I made up to sleep with demons Whether sick sane of a pattern repeated If I spit pain I knew how to relieve it If at sixteen, I had started to treat it 'Til my shit changed whether or not I would need it To trace back to the face before the fetus If the departure was wrong from the gate then she is Trigger finger itch The son of a snitch I'm the rat's favorite son Blast a pallet cut Slit to bleed the rust By the last heart I've won We roll under covers waiting I've tied off a limb, debating If all of the names forsaken Spell out what I'm takin' Watchin' the skin pop I would do anything to Tell you why I've been late to Fix up my head and escape to Where I can rest my eyes The sun says "wake up" with a beam in my eyes Clutching the bed like she's still by my side Part of me died, even when I prescribed, to just be ostracized 'Cause she don't really know if she wants to ride or drive With no nooses long enough to hang my excuses Whether I'm dead, gun to my head, or reclusive The end is close, almost no need for money Yet when I wished for death, nobody took my life from me If I cannot see what's right in front of me And the lights on, there still wouldn't be enough to leave I fixed me when I broke the aggression But I'm still attracted to my beautiful depression If I felt emotions, I learned to suppress 'em 'Til I'm ready to sleep, I'll have found a place to rest then No thanks to angst, I learned my lesson And can erase the face that can't answer the question Trigger finger itch The son of a snitch I'm the rat's favorite son By the time I'm back That heart that beats so black Let it shine like his gun We roll under covers waiting I've tied off a limb, debating If all of the names forsaken Spell out what I'm takin' Watchin' the skin pop