Sitting on the 44th floor
Watching bodies falling from the window
Man a sicko in the making
All them offering their life
Just to avoiding the burning
Like bacon, offices are vacant
Like everyone on vacation
Death pain we facing
F*ck it embrace it
My brain feels the pain
Tuned into the station
We taking life
For granted and raping
Anyone just to open a position
Their last moments breathing
Wishing they were not leaving
No thanksgiving all grieving
Families missing the children
I'm seeing parents jump off a building
And honestly, honestly it's chilling
I'm taking my last breath
I'm wondering
If they on their last breath too
I laugh as they all stuck praying when
No god is here to save you
What is this the meaning, my meaning
Not reason
I'm only saying my breath is
The reason i'm living
And I must be giving
Every last drop
Why the f*ck would I ever stop
Hope they feel it in their brain
Hope they feel it in the skull
While i'm feeling colorful
These lame-o's can feel dull
Think of the timeframe
Stuck in this mind game
I slip on the blood stain
Get stamped let its wet paint
Now i'm here forever