Verse 1:
The misen scene is gasoline on your tongue and cheek
I can see that your knees are week
Stop your speaking
Tried to explain
You had all the days in the fucking week
Now you about to be six-deep
Call me mister Ripley
The way I play dickie
Boy I can't relax, wish I had an axe
Hacking, hacking on your back
The bones that i crack
Sippin' on cognac
Every time i spin a tale
Ask the difference cannot tell
Blood is really kinda pale
You'll never fail when youre in hell
Verse 2:
My soul is stuck at the gable corners
The toll that i paid when i crossed the border
Reaching far for my shining armor
I turned into a lifeless soldier
The branch i've been hanging on is about to break
My back will catch my fall today
I won’t survive even if i wake
My brain already had so much to take
It never feels that my body aches
So much to keep but less to eat
I cannot feed my mouth is sealed
The task at hand is unfulfilled
Every time I spin a tale
Ask the difference cannot tell
Blood is really kinda pale
You'll never fail when you’re in hell
