Stress Video (MV)

I'm sick of f*cking stress
But I won't smoke a cigarette
I'll smoke some weed after I roll it up
Then take a dab to round it out
Black cat crossed my path
Wooden bat to end your act
You looking out the front
While I'm coming in the back
Hear the crack
Alice at night but I'm dead by day
Hollow chest in a shallow grave
It's far too late cannot be saved
Come with me to feel my pain
No track of time
Don't recognize
My face at night
I'm outta sight
Don't try to fight
I'll end your life
Become my next sacrifice

You think I'm gone I'm a ghost
I'll be missed like the fog at the coast
Once the devil makes his toast
Murder like the crows
Fire up the motorcycle
Grab my knife like I'm Michael
I'm too silent for a rifle
But I'll battle for the title
Only rats chase the cheese
Only pussies drink the lean
They think my records clean
But there is nothing as it seems
I have picked apart my brain
To the point that I'm insane
Flush me down the drain
Before the ending of the day