I can’t seem to cut myself off, even when I know I’ve had too much
When I know I’ve had enough 
Find out I’m out of touch

Need the drugs to keep me sober
At least that’s what I think until I keel over 
Serinely reminds us of the things we love
We love them but we’re out of touch 

Told our thoughts are relevant and our existence matters 
But given the choice between love and hate we always choose the latter 
So I sit inside and analyze rhymes 
To express what’s going through my twisted mind
In the middle of the night 
When I’m wide awake 
And zombified 

Suicidal ideation puts me through hell and back 
We’ve been through hell and back 
Just looking for the answer
Counselor please 
I think I got a disease
The devil renewed his lease 
So I’m going through hell and back

Died on a cross left side of a false god
Pick a number how many names can I list off
Fucked over so I’m living life pissed off
On the edge of a cliff trynna jump 
 Off my meds im dangerous 
So watch me do a line
Then cut myself open and show yall what’s really inside of a sinners mind 
Contentents id really rather not describe 
Really id rather hide inside of a time machine 
With my own greed 
Learning life’s a lie


Going through hell and back
Exhausting options to caution 
My fuckin note pad
Hell and back 
Derive a new side to the drive taken at midnight 
Night sight clouded by broken streetlights

hell and back

Through The Death Of MORTAL SINNERS, A Prodigal Sinner Was Born...

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