Sinning just to catch up
Now its bringing bad luck
Forgetting no i haven't
Brain is so erratic
Jumping feeling spastic
Mold me shape me to your fashion
Lost passion not so ever lasting
Unpredictable your cyclical
Demons at the rituals
All these blunts habitual
Might just slit a wrist or two
Might just kill a bitch or two
Don't know why they into you
See the fake not hard to tell
Feel so right to put you down
When i speak i cast the spells
Shoot on sight pick up the shells
Disappear without a sound
Shadows follow closely now
Surfing swimming in the haze
Bloody bodies rot, decay
Memories inside my brain
Thoughts of you just go away
Feeling zombie off the bean
Robotnik with the schemes