[ Featuring ART-DIRECTOR ]
Clinging coins inside my pocket
And sweet weed under my groin, f*ck it
My last money wasted
Duckin my f*ckin alloy
Of all depression and tendencies
I decided to avoid
And I escape the fantasies of times
Where I might need a lawyer
Try to tie my f*cking loose ends
Nothing but a goose egg
Tighten this noose round neck
Waiting for the time when life ends
Came back like I never left the soil that I'm so used to
Soul's forgotten, body's rotten, my mind so abused too
Getting high and mellow clearing mind of the young fellow
Saying hello shallow grave after strolling through the meadows
Where I will be rotting in the open air
Among the others so ironic, but
The pain is just the same to me as chronic
Sickness from addiction spreads onto my mof*ckin brain
For department of addictions it was best of all the gains
And self fulfilling prophecies of death threats calling again
My departure from better life - great addition to my grave
Try to tie my f*cking loose ends
Nothing but a goose egg
Tighten this noose round neck
Waiting for the time when life ends
Came back like I never left the soil that I'm so used to
Soul's forgotten, body's rotten, my mind so abused too
Soaking wet under the rain
Smoking that indo to hide from the pain
Gained even more problems that I can explain
And I still cannot solve em again came
Back being less than nothing
Always only coughing
I was lonely back then
Now the motherf*ckin
Voices always talking
Hope to make the coffin
For my life or what has remained