Psychosis Video (MV)

Slipping in viscera the angels were mauled
Leaking and bleeding from lesions they crawled
The carcass the canvas where scriptures were drawn
Finger painting a picture with brains on the wall
Slipping in viscera the angels were mauled
Leaking and bleeding from lesions they crawled
The carcass the canvas where scriptures were drawn
Finger painting a picture with brains on the wall
Watch me tiptoe on the tightrope of psychosis
Gawking at my addictions serendipitous eyes open
I heave missing trapeze falling in something potent
Im just waiting for the crash so it's hard to keep coping
My lungs are spewing phlegm my veins are drooling blood
My brain's enticed by sirens speaking foreign tongues
Burns litter trails of happiness and being young
Fear is all I'm seeing when I hear my demons come
I'm in constant paranoia the petals fall of magnolias
Who's in that mirror don't know ya swear nigga I don't know ya
Eyes bloodshot from the doja I wish you died on that sofa
You're disgusting this ain't coping tears and vomit your aroma
Ashes on your pants hold them pills tight in your hands
If you crush them we can dance and be in heaven when we land
When you die know hell awaits we can't break into heavens gates
Why there bullets in my face
Slipping in viscera the angels were mauled
They leaking and bleeding from lesions they crawled
The carcass the canvas where scriptures were drawn
Finger painting a picture from brains on the wall
Slipping in viscera the angels were mauled
They leaking and bleeding from lesions they crawled
The carcass the canvas where scriptures were drawn
Finger painting a picture from brains on the wall
My only company is the warmth of all my bad decisions and
It's burning in my stomach like a fifth of f*cking spirits and
I wanna wallow in it because the pain is so soothing and
I keep talking about drugs I used to be using and
You're a bitch you makes me sick and I hate to admit it
But all I want you to do is f*cking listen
Nauseous from these pills I take to stay stable
My rope is frayed but my scythe is on the table
My brain is enticed by drowning and maritime fables
What catches my eye are the things I find so painful
I wanna burn alive because I need to f*cking suffer
I'm starving myself because I'm sick of the f*cking buffer
My life is on a stand still everything's too real
My hands filled with pills to swallow so I can feel
When you die know hell awaits we can't break into heavens gates
Why there bullet wounds in my face why there bullet wounds in my face