I’m not tuned in enough
to feel the bruises
it left behind
not enough mind left
to give a damn bout consequence
there’s endin here
I can taste it
like metal
at the back of my throat
quiet
unavoidable
off with his head
off with his motherfuckin head
mine?
yeah maybe mine
hard to say
I think I left somethin behind
myself
my face
my name maybe
somethin is missin
this doesn’t feel right
I can’t recognize
the monster that wears my skin
that thinks my thoughts
or the way it moves
like it owns this shell
and I’m not sure I care
guns blazin
paint the town
burn it clean
then whisper sorry
as I step over bodies
that wear my face
they always wear my face
but I’m not their savior
I’m not mine either
I built this fire
so I could feel somethin
then I climbed in
hopin it’d bring me to ash
I dug this fuckin grave
deep as I could get it
the day I called myself king
crowned myself in spit
bad decisions
and the echo of my own bullshit
I can’t be trusted to save any one
no wonder my dreams
are all blood and teeth
there’s no rest
just noise
just war
rippin thru my skull
I talk like I hate me
b/c I do
b/c it fits
b/c I have to
since no one else has the balls
to do it for me
I am the crack
that keeps widenin
I am the snap
the last thing you hear before silence
I am that quiet moment
right before you realize
that sometimes losin it
feels too damn much like peace
