Back on the D.O.C.
N.O L.I.F.E
Mix urn contents with salt
Put in spilt blood it dissolves
Shadows weighted with dust
Gaze in the mirror, consider it done
You left and i never noticed once
Busy stumbling over my own fucking guts
Drinking sludge, direct face to blight
Life in stretching plunging nights
It does not matter why
Parameters to abide by
There is no fucking choice
Slit larynx spectral voice
I put pressure on my fucking wounds
To pass time while life concludes
The fleeting moments
Forced to squander
Choke it down, the loud noise pierces
The armaments do not know where here is
Aiming system completely offline
It’s only iron sights, tensed back, rigid spine
You have to be lucky every time
I need one, then u slump and decline
Butcher the growth off and put it in my pocket
Corpse returns gaze with picked clean eye sockets
Promethean punishment in the flask
Amble through town and never once slip the mask
Very fucking othered, mother fucker all black
Like the pit of the soul every time i go back
Return to the hole that i dug
Fingers in the dirt with the worms and the bugs
Dig to the other side of the earth
When does it stop getting worse