Lyrics
I might go down in a grave today
I don't give a fuck if I get paid
I might go down on your bitch today
I don't give a fuck if I get laid
I might go down in a grave today
I don't give a fuck if I get paid
I might go down in a ditch today
I don't give a fuck if I stay wake
You're busy talking shit, I'm busy making waves
I'd rather float away in bloody oceans made of pain
I live in Benny's world, living on borrowed time
I try and think to see how much of life is left in mine
And if I had a question, would it destroy your mind?
Need to communicate with brothers who got left behind
Investigate all these inner statements
Instigate all these bloody pavements
You hesitate to fumigate
All these rat mother fuckers stuck in our head of state
I sold my soul wholesale down in Benny's world
Attempts to sail through the blood sea, stomach curls
Anxiety guarantees that I won't prevail
My soul is stuck in hell, so fuck it what the hell
So fuck it, what the hell
So fuck it, what the hell
I ain't met death yet, but I've seen him do his work
Fallen brother, bloody streams ripping through my shirt
My heart hurts, my mind bleeds
A large curse, presides me
As grime serves, the dim eats
As time lurks, the grim reaps
I might go down in a grave today
I don't give a fuck if I get paid
I might go down on your bitch today
I don't give a fuck if I get laid
I might go down in a grave today
I don't give a fuck if I get paid
I might go down in a ditch today
I don't give a fuck if I stay wake
You switch hotels faster than your coattails
Your home's nowhere, floating through the bonemeal
Proclaim, oh well, turning nose to snow pails
You think you can't fail drinking from the old well
Mistaken stake in your statements
Only doctors get paid for they patience
Only laymen get paid for complacence
Only the government gets paid for surveillance
I'm busy beating round the bushes that you won't shave
Just by breathing I be digging out my own grave
Stuck in my old ways, back in them old days
You were my brother, now you live just in my memories
I try to heal but I'm stuck in these dark rays
I'd try to kneel if I didn't question God's ways
Insomniac, stuck awake thinking of wrong things
Bitter pain, is this all that that living life brings?
I fall asleep just to find myself dreaming hell
I wake up just to find myself living hell
Stuck in a cycle, wake with my eyes closed
Just to trade Handmaiden for Disciple
I seem to think there's more to life than just a bible
They seem to disagree, so what the fuck do I know?
I have no soul
No soul
No soul
I have no soul
No soul
No soul