Lyrics
My alarm clocks rings, what a great way to start off, this loud noise piercing through my head likes its sawed off, feeling like a dart just got shot off, and parted through my brain like a train to make my day a little harder, So my life is just a slaughter house, i've thought about it, and I doubt that i can get through my day without an automatic, or a pack an bottle of tylenol cuz I gotta have it, its a habit, and I got it badder then alot of addicts, as a matter of fact, I think that ive been fallen apart, i need another shot of vodka and a bottle of schnaps, my day was harder then you though it was, im calling the shots, and already forgot alot of things i wanted to start, so im wandering off, an thinking im better then this, if im ready to quit, or if im just forever in shit, whatever it is, i'll take some of excederin quick, my head'll be lifted, in seconds ill be better then this,
The 1st two are to kick back, just to relax, hit the mats cuz this bad days killin my back,
The 2nd two are to be positive, that the pain aint gana bother me its like a lobotomy for my body,
The 5th one means that the first four werent enough, im roughed up and it aint enough to be toughed up,
The 6th one is me trying to ease this pain, and anguish, every day seems bleak and grey,
The 7th one is getting ready for the eighth one so i can puke up the other eight ones that I ate up,
The 9th ones the arrow to the exit, I take a step out of the door as the 10th one is my ascension,
Im starring at my floor through the bottom of a fifth, I got a lot of things im thinking that im pondering amiss, and in addition to this shit im living, i got to fix the things of demoliton that have led my destiny to end the mission, I've had a preminition, all I see is death and all the rest of it is just the seconds lessining my breath, its just a message from the blessed, thats telling me I need to rest and quit the shit that im involved in before i get arrested,yeah, Im so depressed, and every single thats stressin me, has pressed itself inside of my chest to detest my medicine, its got me stretchin for the heavans, but the heavans are to far away for me to even see what im adressing, Im not impressed with the seconds that ive been wasting, every day is just another taste of pain that ive been facing, and im ready to take everything away,im so impatient, it making me crazy why are you waiting just come erase me,
The 1st two are to kick back, just to relax, hit the mats cuz this bad days killin my back,
The 2nd two are to be positive, that the pain aint gana bother me its like a lobotomy for my body,
The 5th one means that the first four werent enough, im roughed up and it aint enough to be toughed up,
The 6th one is me trying to ease this pain, and anguish, every day seems bleak and grey,
The 7th one is getting ready for the eighth one so i can puke up the other eight ones that I ate up,
The 9th ones the arrow to the exit, I take a step out of the door as the 10th one is my ascension,
Its been a wonderful day, no wait im joking, i aint playin im just saying that this shit aint no devotion, And im hoping i can get another day under my belt before the ocean takes me under and erases my emotion, ill just start up a commotion, and give you the fucking notion so you know that im the reason theres no hope in this devotion, ive been coping with stress with just a bottle of these pills so put a rope around my neck and speed this method up a little, im a villon in my own way, willing to risk everything im living for, concealing the horrible things ive visioned, and i want to see a little bit of this, disapear, but realitys has ruined all the views of my mentality, the actuality of life ascends, my abnormality are to much you can't comprehend, and now im ready for whatever problems topple my way, i take the top up off the bottle and the bottom is blank,
The 1st two are to kick back, just to relax, hit the mats cuz this bad days kil