Stuck in a bad position so I wrap the blunt and I start chiefing Searching for a religion just so I have something to believe in Perfection in my intentions I've just been thinking about why the hell that im breathing In hell the difference is slim i can tell you because I been in the deep end These are just the words of another starving artist All these sharp pieces of metal scream to me I know they're starving Put my life in these lines my blood all over my margins Over time I'll speak my mind and one day I'll become a target The devil wants my soul but I know how to bargain This life is taking its toll I'm starting to feel lethargic My flow is so ill my rage starts to fill my eyes enclose in darkness Blood starts to spill the world stands still once my soul has departed