When I leave imma leave the loudest

When I sleep imma dream about it

Won’t keep it down, I won't beat around the bush, nah

I’m a freak the township on some eat them out shit, uh

Fuck the sun, the bees are dying, I’m dying young

When I am hung, and my feet are eye level

And I’m drying up, my hearse better be a fire truck

Burn bridges on an island stuck

I am struck

Legendary, it’s temporary

Then cemetery and we piling up for the next ones

On the spectrum, this planet is barely a breadcrumb

And people are basically bed bugs

And in the end I’m just momentum

And then some

Damn sun in my retinas

Hungry but fed up

Bumping these tantrums, like fuck it’s my mantra

Getting drunk on some red rum

Dead hunting the end out come on the self destruct button

No more jokes for my cohorts fuck ‘em

We keep the ice unbroken

Shrugging nice off choking myself

Life sucks I’m so done

We food for live bugs grubs on my eye crust

Mind in the mud

Dud landmine with a slump no compass

Just guts, eyes and a hunch

Rise of the dunces, live at the bus stop

Unload ‘em blow dust off my dome and blow up lots

Punks get pumped off my buckshot, cause

When I leave imma leave the loudest

When I sleep imma dream about it

Won’t keep it down, I won't beat around the bush, nah

I’m a freak the township on some eat them out shit, uh

Fuck the sun, the bees are dying, I’m dying young

When I am hung, and my feet are eye level

And I’m drying up, my hearse better be a fire truck

Burn bridges on an island stuck

Dwell in a physical slump, visible ditch

Cool when I'm stirring it up, end of my shift

Back of my skull cut, hit it on null

Stick to the littlest toll, heating my soul up

Wince when I roll, stuck in the shallowest hole

Holding the door shut

Slow down, put my phone down and separate the bond

Critique the aura 'til the dawn

It's all wrong

Vicious dreams circle overhead

I watch them leave me spun and reeling

Fleeing tragedies I see

Could easily be them or me

Count my lucky stars from thumb to ring

Suspended with brief bouts of must be destiny

My skills will reach the head so fleetingly

Repeatedly, remind myself of evils singing loudest

Turn the cheek when biding power, grind them into finest powder

Pounds of hatred guzzled every hour

Binge and purge, bulimic urges every shower

Heal with us, I truly doubt they're

'Bout it 'til the outro credits

Come untimely, entire life pathetic

Every time I've said it's cold out there I meant it

No more

We are dying

I can't breathe

I can't see

I can't leave