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