Templur - Terror, the Form of Saint Lyrics

Terror in the form of saint, preachings of the gun
I smile in the form of pain, while I f*cking burn
Put me in the hall of fame, I'm ready for the run
In this game, with myself, and I am playing my card trump

Flipping through the pages of my life
Thou livin peace, die from strife
Bullet in my head then I dive
Resume my voyage of my afterlife

Popped acid thrice, and then, It opened up my mind
Navigating myself, I can't find my own board signs
Can't find a way to find the perfect mankind
A game may have both, both antes and blinds

Whats the point in being lonely and being all depressed
I put a blade by my throat and I put myself to rest
Looking at a mirror and I'm seeing someone else
Feeling jailed in my 3x3 , I'm running outta breath

Kill me before I get used to these f*cking threats
I'm blazing daily thinking that this drug should might could help
A hurricane of voices screaming inside my head
Too much nic in my blood and I can feel it in my chest

I dont know what to see, what to feel, what to say
When I bleed in my f*cking white tee
I don't know how to sleep, While I'm all drenched red, f*ck man this f*ckin can't be me

Tripping on the fact how this universe tripped back to the light of the lord, coming at me
Sick of these motherf*ckers saying shit, a slight slit on my wrist, quit praying for me