Life Is Cruel

I been afraid of Dyin Place I can take my mind when Pick up the piece we left in your car That Day of the week we weren't driving far I been afraid of Dying Place I can take my mind when Pick up the piece we left in your car That Day of the week we weren't driving far Everything's changing Oh you don't say? I miss the rage and Are you ok? Thoughts been evasive Maybe most days Nights in your basement You and cocaine Stand inside the sun Damaged eyes and lungs Man goes blind from gunshot wound Dies young Life's cruel White blood Red room Like drugs Flesh wound Strange pose Ride the high again Same clothes I spent nights up in Stay close Nice and high again Might just fight to live I survive again Whatever it takes to hurt me I'm a be ok, don't worry You get used to this When losing friends Is way too common And the mood's intense And the roof is missing I can race to God Everything's changing Oh you don't say? I miss the rage and Are you ok? Thoughts been evasive Maybe most days Nights in your basement You and cocaine Stand inside the sun Damaged eyes and lungs Man goes blind from gun Shot wound Dies young Life's cruel White blood Red room Like drugs Flesh wound