Crucified to my past lives Be my blue suicide Self esteem makes little sense Primitive and malcontent I guess a smile has it's place But there's a skull under my face It's in control I do what I'm told Lovers in self denial
f**ing execution style Drown the summer Burn the beach Going under Drinking bleach Can you stay legit And keep it real While your hunger begs You for ma** appeal? So you can hide From what time Won't heal