I’m Dragging Everyone

Yeah, I been shovelin’ dirt just to see if there’s bedrock, Stare into the pit like a glitch in a deadlock, Halo made of nicotine, crown full of headshots, Angels scared to look, demons takin’ headcount, Every step down’s like an extra nail bent, Hammer in my hand, laughin’ at the descent, Fuck a life lesson, I’m a live dissection, Peel back every layer just to hate the reflection, Can’t climb out when the walls keep talkin’, Every thought chalked out—outline keep walkin’, Mind like a trap door, smile like a bad joke, Bury me alive, I’ll still rise through the black smoke, You pray for the sunlight, I thread the eclipse, Let the noose swing soft like a chain on my hips, I don’t wanna be saved, I ain’t ask for your sermon, I want the whole earth to twist when I’m turnin’, The farther I dig, the more the ground love me, Roots round my ankles whisper, “You ain’t ugly”, They say “hit bottom,” but the bottom ain’t a floor, It’s a fucked-up elevator with a thousand more doors

The farther I dig down, deeper my grave grows, Smile on my face while the undertow pulls souls, I’m not even mad, I’m just settin’ up the scene, If I gotta die slow, you can die in the machine, Yeah, we all goin’ down, I ain’t leavin’ here alone, Every name in my phone gettin’ carved into stone, I ain’t mad, motherfucker, that’s the beauty of the switch, If I’m fallin’ through hell, then I’m draggin’ every bitch

Got a gold-plated shovel and a rusted-out halo, Blood on the teeth, taste metal like a payphone, Grin with the crack in it, nerves like a live wire, Sleep walkin’ barefoot through a ring of barbed fire, I been countin’ every lie like I’m savin’ up receipts, Every debt get paid when the coffin get seats, You was laughin’ at the spiral, now you starin’ at the auger, I don’t need a bigger gun—I just aim a little longer, Every “you’ll be okay” sound cheap as a bitch, You ain’t seen the kind of storm I keep leashed in my ribs, Tsunami in my chest, low tide in my eyes, If I tell you “come through,” then I’m meanin’ your demise, I ain’t pressed ‘bout heaven, can’t stand the décor, Too bright, too fake, too blessed, too bored, I’d rather be in dirt with the rats and the worms, If I choke on my past, you gon’ taste every word, I lace every step with a landmine memory, You step where I stepped, then you vanish in the scenery, I ain’t gotta swing first, fate do the bitchwork, I just dig the tunnel where we all get mixed, hurt

The farther I dig down, deeper my grave grows, Smile on my face while the undertow pulls souls, I’m not even mad, I’m just settin’ up the scene, If I gotta die slow, you can die in the machine, Yeah, we all goin’ down, I ain’t leavin’ here alone, Every name in my phone gettin’ carved into stone, I ain’t mad, motherfucker, that’s the beauty of the switch, If I’m fallin’ through hell, then I’m draggin’ every bitch