Insane Poetry - Nail In My Coffin lyrics

[Verse 1: SCUM] I've got a plan to change, I will never follow through Or even attempt to take a step into the right direction I'm on the road that leads to hell, when there's a chance To take a turn and hit the gas and blow right through that intersection Instead of spendin time at home with wife and kids I'm going out every other night and when I return, my hands are bloody Then I get a shovel, leavin again to dig a hole up in my secret burial spot Just to get rid of another body, So what the f** is wrong with me? Cause I'm walkin around the edge of a street Without any shows of feelings, my hands be grippin a shotgun I'm pumpin and dumpin in front of the scared The heavens above hopin my angel gets hypnotic Gets met with attack, cause I doubt that I actually got one I'm losin it all, my mind is gone and even hope That there's a chance for a monster like me Become someone's normal, cause there's no stoppin A runaway train full enough of the clips I'll put out on the deal I pick up a hammer and proceed to drive an another one Rusty a** nail in my coffin [Hook] It's another nail, just another nail in my coffin, nail in my coffin Just a f**in nail, yet another nail in my coffin, nail in my coffin Na na na, na na na, na na na, na na na, nail in my coffin, nail in my coffin Na na na, na na na, na na na, na na na, nail in my coffin, nail in my coffin [Verse 2: Insane Poetry] I am a family man, I got a wife and daughter I'm a vibrant author by day, at night I like to slaughter Try to fight this monster, it's like Dr. Jekyll versus Mr. Hyde Inside of this mind is a maniac just like my father Got a split personality, damn it, is he Mr. Brooks? Serial k**er in your neighborhood, modelin with different looks You see the devil and the horns with the crooks Crownies found with their eyes gouged back with fishing hooks Got an insatiable apetite for murderous posse When I write stories, then come live gory scenes When I wake up, my hands full of blood I'm lying naked in my room, thinkin what the f** I've done Another blackout, I acted out the next chapter entry for my books In blood I'm writing, when I read it back it's frightening Not been able to stop this urge, I exhale when I'm caught in And when it happens it's a nail in my coffin [Hook] [Verse 3: Prozak] In every breath is just another nail, another fail And so mortality skips the scale and teleports me straight to hell And a hand basket, rigor mortis inside of a black casket I feel the metamorphosis takin control in each and every fasciis I'm living in downward spiral, I'm thinkin it down and nightcrawl I'm grabbin this loaded rifle, my thoughts are cold and spiteful I'm tryin to get a grip on this, moronic thoughts of slippery sh** Demolish me to increments, this inner demon miscreants Guided by dark forces, no longer could hear God's voices No conscience is in my choices, ambient sounds of evil noises Perhaps it's mental illnes, but the fact's I can't conceal this No silver bullet would k** this, no one should ever feel this Complete void of emotions, like a vast and darkest ocean Inhabited with tortured souls who laught at you with hearts so frozen ... Who laught at you with hearts so frozen [Hook]