VS1

sometimes i feel i just need to observe the picture, the one thats bigger than life than i coulda figured;

so i just take this knife and insert it in my liver, then slice across my stomach rip open expose the innards;

see im a little crazy at time there is no helping, psychotic rampage with these thoughts feel like im melting;

from the inside out and my skin begins to bubble, fileted with razor blades dripping blood now im in trouble;

but i aint do this to myself you did it to me, somebody trying to kill me respected the avenue we;

all travel aint the same the waves inside our brain, seem to work overtime trying to show that were sane;

and its hard trying to continue with scars, knowing the choices made just locked me behind bars;

not physically but mentally prisoner in my own right, forcibly been doing all this wrong cuz i dont know right;

Hook x2

death row i been sentenced since birth, lets go lets show im planted in earth;

on death row from the first taken breath, until the last step final exhale from the chest;

VS 2

i feel like taking a box cutter and removing your skin, cover you with salt dipped in lemon juice and then;

tying you by your femurs hanging you from the ceiling, stare into your eyes watching the blood leaking;

down your cheek and drip it into a bucket, using it like a marinade sauce in this pot luck;

its the ending and your going out swimming, inside of whats been swimming in you since the beginning;

of time when you were just a sperm in a sack, nobody knows where you are and will never be brought back;

unless your up chucked from those that cant stomach, eating a dead body regurgitated then vomit;

in your dinner plate a slice of soul for dessert, leaving the table stuffed no room for the rebirth;

of a dark demon twisted and demented with life, no room for false moves resurfaces every nightmare;