Hellboy in '01 Video (MV)

Sleep as often as I eat
And I ain't eating much
Hole in my chest don't feel complete
Been eating sleep for lunch
I starve myself
Can't take the heat
The kitchen heating up
The kitchen heating up
Tell that girl
I'm On the run
From my own vices
I'm soaking sun up
Money run up
Till my phone lifeless
Need a one up
Re-ing funds up
Through a long crisis
Sinking lower and I know it
Like an old pilot
Now that I'm older I don't blow it
Couldn't hold stipends
Why the soldiers acting stoic
When it's souls dying
I felt heroic in the moment
Felt my soul flying
Caught me smoking I'm the culprit
So there's no lying
In denial 'bout my addictions
Addicted to disorder
I Been tempted by this daughter
Hold a trial for my forgiveness
Interventions in this water
So I smile and see the ceiling
Silver linens over borders
Treat my pen like penicillin
This injection overdosage
Head in the clouds
This protection from the vultures
Percocet can be yo torture
Ain't it obvious
Dead in the ground
I'm repressing that I know ya
I'm a weapon
And I'm desperate just to hold ya
That's a compliment
I got a lock to pick
Detail in the subtlety
Hearing hell knock
Losing common sense
Sitting shell shocked
When he fell in the summer heat
Backstabbing Sewer runners
Stomping standing under me
Ain't no coming up from retail
Don't give up on me
Taste seem expensive
Money talk although
The tongue is cheap
Ratting out yo home
D'Angelo been tryna fund a dream
Understanding nothing If you listen to who under me
Praying that my dear don't fall in love with someone hunting me
My brother's never fear
Then again they never trusted me
That's how the paper lusting be
And if it's up to us to eat
Hunting every underling in here
At the Apex of the predators
Yo life ain't nothing much to me
My dear
Taking more than ya health
Waging war with my prey
Been Waging war with myself
I been Worried bout my wages
Man I'm faded more with help Of yellow pages
Phone a friend and if they Phony don't engage in celebrations
Don't put in yo two cents, stack yo chips and let em hate it man
2 quarter turns of the wrist when I'm shaking hands
Growing weed
Sow a seed
Knowing we was Making plans
Actually I'm migrating
For an urn in a safer land
Hashing with my brothers
For an herb from the strangest plant
I get mad
If I don't say a word
I'm a Dangerous man
Bussing out of hells gate
Shocking news you hear my name ringing down the Railways
Underground king going postal on the airway
Mail waves of fan mail to a place a fan hate
Where they inhale smoke clear the eyes of damn snakes
Damn shame preying on the cattle in the way
Mark the beast on the calendar to date
Have a feast at the battle if you may
We have won the war
Never seen this side of mama son before
Sprinting past death
Like I run the morgue
I can feel the devil coming
Trashing all my nasty thoughts of metal dumping
Stealing all the bases
Man I said I'm running
Presidential status
Residential palace where the heart is resting in it's malice cause the devil coming