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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #3,567
Peak in subgenre #1,748
Author
Braced (Mindgame, Obnoxious
Rights
Braced 2009
Uploaded
May 16, 2009
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 3:53
Story behind the song
we got issues what can i say...
Lyrics
Verse 1:
Don't mistake my kindness for weekness
im not blind i see it the fiendish gleam in your eyes when your speakin my demise grows inside but only shows the moment you b;;link own your deceit leave it frozen till needed and then explode within reason and flow your inner demons and sinners only a sinner if thee truely believes it or it seems since binge drinkin bein a dick, prick, and a heathen fixed on demeaning since a teen i've drifted between seasons blitzed and conceded amidst my evil deeds i've tricked and schemed till i got rid of the scene i wanna be livin a dream as long as i can remember i've weathered the storm severed and scored sometimes i wish i had never been born
verse 2:
Under no condition should you approach my limits every note I’ve spoken is a homing missle
if there’s no hope of submission to reason I’ll have you fricken bleeding in the fetal
position seizing I cant sleep at night I dream of a decent life where I can speak my mind
but I live with these demons inside scheming precise eaten me alive cuz every time I need
decide the rebel in me wont settle with plea’s even if I beg and plead I don’t think I’ll
ever be free we’re the most evident all accredited ballin specialist the walls are pressin
in we call to the reverend appalled our confessions are never solved and then, separately
venture in directionless almost enter the heavenly gates there i stop and think I better
be safe a message awaits and it says sorry your too late
Verse 3:
I bet you wish you could take it back
Feedin me bottles that were laced with crack
How the fuck else you explain the fact
That I was raised makin Satanist pacts with an eighth in my backpack
Megalomaniac Drac
A vamp that dam up your veins when my fangs retract
Insane in the cranium.... related to Damien
Insatiably craving a tablespoon of your baby's blood
Thank the Savior I can't procreate
Cuz I was castrated and grew two titanium replacements
My lyrics state but can't explain the irritation
That I face before I take you to my basement... call me impatient
I'll fuck your face while I videotape it
And replay it, but don't think of me as some silly old rapist
More like a gardener... I'll keep you on your knees for hours
And put a hoe in the ground, like sewin' seeds for flowers
Hook:
It's too late to save me
Maybe if you took care of me as a baby
I'd be sane today but these rays of sadism pervade my brain
Daily making me too stained to clean the slate
It's too late to pray for me
I'm waitin for Satan to enslave me in the lakes of Hades
That's why everyone labels me, it's plain to see
That your mistakes make me seem like a waste of seed
