The Grave Tapes Pt. I

"Cemetary Shift"

Guts from the blunt I’m dumping 
Indica have me slumping 
Talking all the shit but now my music you bumping 
Chalking out my body, stop my blood from pumping 
Heart is beating, drumming
Numbing all my problems running, shunning all the help I hate what I’m becoming 
Insomnia, moon and crickets
Soon I’ll punch my ticket 
Take a bucket and I kick it 
Only digits that inhibit
Are sixes showing up in triplets 
Missing body cuz I stick it 
Life a rock, I skip it 
On my death I wish it 
Split the blunt like my wrist, I’m smoking honey berry 
Cemetery shift I’m walking, light the fucking cherry
Wrist is glistening, the demons listening, my thoughts are sickening, tryna get out, I’m wiggling 

Every day feel like there’s no escape, never goes away, its my fate to fall to my brain
I’m smoking strains, I’m growing chains, hope is falling down the drain
Take the pain, make a stain, of my blood my arm contain
o-c-e-a-n-a-s-h 
Never show my face 
All the hate that I create 
As I smoke another eight 
Counting down my days 
Reaching for the blade 
Or the 28 gauge 
Pull the curtains on my stage
Haunted I can’t sleep until I rest in piece 
Taunted by my demons it’s a test of me 
Keep on fucking running so I'm lacing up my cleats 
It’s stunning how I keep on feeling so fucking weak

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Cemetary Shift

“Roaming Endless Halls”

Lately I’ve been up too late 
Crying from my minds mental state 
Feeling like I’m pulling too much weight 
Everything in my brain I debate
Wish that I could take a new shape 
Every day my head is gaping, demons enter gates 
I don’t wanna take pills to sedate 
Feeling ill from all of my brain traits 
Still I’m crippled like I’m walking with a cane 
Smoking packs to numb the pain 
Back to back but now my lung is stained 
But still I feel the same
Im a ghost imma keep on looking for my  grave, cross the interstate
Checking all the cemeteries I might fucking lay 

Never fucking sleeping all my demons are creeping 
They’re moving shadows as the tv is speaking 
The walls are bleeding, and I choke
Demons never rest they round my throat 
Lightning crack and I woke 
In my lap I see a rope
O-c-e-a-n
Throw me in the bin
Breaking from the walls of my skin
Demons chasing down the halls from within
Every door is locked demons grin 
Body drop and the credits say fin
Begin to roll a fucking wood
Shit is gloomy so I’m putting on my fucking hood 
I’m fucking looney, but satan say I’m good 
Every day misunderstood 

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Roaming Endless Halls

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