Ad-lib: Yuh... Yeah...Peaceful Sleep to the Fallen...Anti-GONE. Soul-X.
Hook 1: Pour one up, then re-up, let the lean erase the pain (Erase it)
Face turned to the sky, swear I'm seein' Hell again (Hell again)
Vision hella blurry, yeah, the world's a twisted game (Twisted game)
Trauma floodin' every thought, and it be drivin' me insane... (Insane...)
Verse 1: Blade reflectin' city lights, wrists telling a crimson tale (Crimson tale)
Took my soul on express train, no ticket, just the rail (Just the rail)
Goodbyes got ghosted, left me stranded, feelin' frail (So frail)
Demons play chess in my cortex, checkmate, I always fail (Always fail)
Percs knockin' louder than the voices screamin' in the vault (In the vault)
Chasin' numbness in the smoke, but the emptiness won't halt (Won't halt)
Triple dosing percies uh, but panic still keep spinning me, never ending somersault (Somersault)
Heart's a broke compass, pointin' downwards to the dark (To the dark...)
Chorus: solo roll through world so cold everywhere is icy, So I pour one up, then re-up, smoke some trees 'til the pain fades (Fades away)
Face turned to the sky, yeah, but I think I might see Hell today (Hell today!)
Vision's hella blurry while this blade got both wrists bleedin' out (Bleedin' out)
Trauma flooded, drown my mind, then the drugs took hold, stole my soul without a single doubt... (Ghosted out!)
Hook 2: Pour one up, then re-up, let the smoke blur the view (Blur the view)
Sky feels like a ceilin', tell me, God, what I gotta do? (What to do?)
Blurry vision, bloody mission, searchin' for a clue (For a clue)
Soul snatched in the silence, left me emptiness to hold onto... (Hold onto...)
Verse 2: Memories like shrapnel, embedded in my chest (My chest)
Tryna medicate the ache, but it's puttin' me to the test (To the test)
Lost love left a echo where the happiness used to rest (Used to rest)
Now I'm countin' ceiling cracks, failin' life's invest-igations, yes (Investigations)
Plug prescribed escapism, only way I know to cope with itchy skin from the percocet, thrill of self-destruction, seeking death to cure depression and addiction mixed like codeine flooded double cup, can't put it down I need to sip, stuck to my lips, mud and trees help me make the voices in my head go silent, Prada bag to hide the drugs but when I walk by you can hear all the pill bottles rattle beggin me to overdose all day, stuck to one place, high until I'm zombified, if the Reaper takes my life I think I might stop taking drugs and fucking groupie girls with daddy issues when I finish pass them on to all my niggas if she down to ride this train again, here's to the souls in my tribe, cheers, toasting to every outcast cursed with isolation and shattered heart pieces, let's link up party forever after all our lives come to an end (To the end)
Heartbeat thumping in tune with 808s, that synchronized cosmic vibration, on a rhythm foreign and familiar, locked in balance that I can't even understand (Can't understand)
AntiGone999
