Xenesis Smith - Sweet Smell of Death Lyrics

Death is a dream I often have
Is it a stretch to say it's a reality i wanna face
A sketch made on my skin bleeding out and within
Death is a pest to most, and it sounds grotesque, but when you think of DMT seeping out doesn't it sound the best
Bullets to my nest next to my neck, then let the knife do the rest
You always chose to see the happiness, so you'd find happiness in my death

Running from pain to catch one's breath
I'd have no funeral but you'd be my guest
Always said what do you know about stress child
I wore stress as a dress child
Won first place in every contest child
I didn't know stress only went to homes marked with adult
The mind as my bullet proof vest
Telling me I got shit to live for but I haven't found it yet
Seeking convos with the devil, and she'd say you'll kill yourself tomorrow, and I'd say let's make it a bet
Then we'd play Russian roulette like a test that crept closer, and at the end lie a treasure chest
Who would be forced to clean up the mess
The same ones that shunned away feelings expressed.