Manson

When I lay me down to sleep, I pray that this was all a dream Finally built a roster now they constant leaving off our team Sleep with open eyes because I know the way The lottery system of the reaper operate I had my baptism in the Fountain of Youth I can tell you what second hand counting will do Whole lotta nowhere is what you going to If all your insecure premonitions grow to be true And don't nobody want that shit Find your light, better hunt that shit Bright moonlight when the sunset dip I've come prepared for the consequence I'm in the area of nuclear explosion With a ring of red roses and a pocket full of posies Bitch I mosey down the boulevard I don't know my way but don't care because blindfold Saint Laurent I don't speak the truth but I can tell you every Taylor song Caution to the wind like we went back to 1981 Show love like God displaying son Life is perfect til you fuck around and ruin it Nothing is the same as when the normal was the rudiment Life is perfect til you fuck around and ruin it Nothing is the same as when the normal was the rudiment We know the good ones die young And Manson died at 83, so where the fuck's my gun? We know the good ones die young And Manson died at 83, so where the fuck's my gun? We know the good ones die young And Manson died at 83, so where the fuck's my gun? We know the good ones die young And Manson died at 83, so where the fuck's my gun? Been a burden since my birth, this isn't new to me But fuck the thought of my parents reading my eulogy I know I'm sure to see questioning for my truancy But I been making memories for 22 to see Can I live, can I live Without drip sprites, without switch knives Without shoulder pain when I switch lights Baggage come alive in the shadows Got fear in store for when it unravel But mastered art of winning battles So I ain't scared when windows shatter Fuck the opposition, death is on your side regardless Wanna piss the feds off then play your favorite artist These pieces crash because we have a flowing stream of martyrs I hope they resting peacefully up in the Heaven's gardens The most dope thing is they planted a seed That blessed the soil that supported early forming of me Ain't met 'em yet, but we are hereby accepting the torch Of blessing music and society with specialist force, gone We know the good ones die young And Manson died at 83, so where the fuck's my gun? We know the good ones die young And Manson died at 83, so where the fuck's my gun? We know the good ones die young And Manson died at 83, so where the fuck's my gun? We know the good ones die young And Manson died at 83, so where the fuck's my gun?