G.O.D.

G.O.D.

Say another trite excuse why you live in the fast lane

Preach how we all die so why should you live in vain

Fool me into believing we’re all immortal

Reaper’s scythe is upon you, feel it breaking your portal

Buy a bag, heat the spoon, tie the knot and then shoot in Entertainment best for all, brown sugar just sucked you in

Every night you live it up waiting for another dreams galore

In the end bullet hits the blood, rat-tat-tat, boom, there you are no more

Death wraps you in silence then it seals the entrance You can never go back, I gotta stick to myself

You never learned that kids shouldn’t play with fire

Still searching for ya daddy to sate desire

But it got worse, a change in plans, loaded, forced to walk the streets Beaten up, no ID, foreign country full of enemies

What’s your price girl, what’s your worth?

A couple pounds of candy canes?

In the end bullet hits the head and no one knows your final resting place

  

Game of death

Can’t sever the ties that you set in

You drown and can’t hear what I’m saying Can’t finish the game that you’re playing Can’t finish the game but it’s ending

Your death just sets the end