When four horses ride
Beneath crimson shy
You know then the end comes for you
Four horsemen, chasing my shadow
No soul I been hollow
Since I swallowed the pill making the nightmare real
shit right there shit real
I feel Nothing no cares all ills
Broken where it won't heal
Nothing fills the dark void
But I got skills to avoid
The frills and enjoy
The thrills of employ
Ing amphetamines to make things seem like they aren't being so boring and forcing me to divorce my soul from my body with a noose or a shotty or a spotty of hemlock or a hottie I paid to get me off and she give me aids instead and I knew she would because I knew her from the hood and fuck every body and got a latex allergy and a case of plan b and apparently now we all dying of the same thing and the horsemen just coming to drag off corpses piled a mile high aroma is worse than my diaper after a fen coma for four days straight I slump out