I Hate Myself, And the Reaper Does Too

Run around take my soul Soul You cannot take me home Home Fuck it, take my rope Rope Fuck it, take my home Home I'm at the top of my level I think i'm in love with the devil Watch as they shake and they tremble I feel all the warlocks assemble Remember the demons get better The tricky the clever The visions embedded I fall asleep in my dreams I cannot see what it means Flip up the tarot i'm feeling at ease Man I hate myself Think I might die today I need another way Bring me another day Bitch I might hate myself But I fucked your witch But I leave her in a ditch Can you feel my grip With the knife I slit Think I might lose my shit Think I might lose my grip Running running with the rebels Rival to the scepter Levitation left them Hit them with the blessings Encrypt a hidden message Gothic triple 7's Mental health has left em Run around take my soul Soul You cannot take me home Home Fuck it, take my rope Rope Fuck it, take my home Home Run around take my soul Soul You cannot take me home Home Fuck it, take my rope Rope Fuck it, take my home Home