Walking through Blood

Hangin' by a nerve, I’ma pluck it like a chord, Let you hear the pain screamin’ when I’m steppin’ on your core, Turn your backbone to a staircase, march you to the morgue, Every “please stop” just sound like “more, more, more”,

Slice the silence open, let it drip on the floor, You the lamb to the slaughter, I’m the locked cellar door, I don’t bark, I don’t roar, I just scratch at your core, 'Til your childhood memories don’t exist anymore, Leave your ribs like Venetian blinds, tilted for the light, Let the cold wind whistle through the holes in your life, Got your pride on a hook, let it swing in my sight, Every time you blink slow, that’s another green light, Got your shadow on a leash, drag it over the coals, Make your own fuckin' ghost come and snitch on your soul, Turn your thoughts to centipedes, let 'em crawl through your skull, Every doubt that you got, I make it fully grown, full, Write your name on a brick, drop it straight down your throat, Make you choke on the weight of every lie that you spoke, I’m the itch in your brain when it’s tied in a rope, Rip the ladder from your hands right when you feelin’ hope, No mercy, just method—surgical, slow, Twist each knuckle ‘til it talk, let confession just flow, You a choir of screams, I conduct every note, You can drown in your tears, I still keep your head afloat

Hangin' by a nerve, I’ma pluck it like a chord, Let you hear the pain screamin’ when I’m steppin’ on your core, Turn your backbone to a staircase, march you to the morgue, Every “please stop” just sound like “more, more, more”,

Got a habit of disaster, I be scratchin’ at the plaster, Peel the wallpaper back, see the corpses in the rafters, When I laugh, it’s an aftershock, bones in the laughter, Turn a tough guy to a prayer, then a prayer to a chapter, In the book of “Too Late,” on the page “You Fucked Up”, Turn your teeth to piano keys, play a slow “Good Luck”, Got your spine as a ladder to the attic of trust, Climb up, step by step, then I snap each rung, I don’t swing with a blade, I just write with your blood, Every line that I scrawl is another deep cut, Let regret do the work, I just open it up, Let your own damn conscience pour acid in the cup, Broken watch on my wrist, I bring pain any time, Two hands, both mean, pointin’ straight to your crimes, Wrap your fears in a wire, make a crown for your mind, Every shock you survive is a test you ain’t find, I don’t need no chains, just the secrets you keep, I’ll sew ‘em to your eyelids so you never can sleep, I’ll tattoo every nightmare on the back of your teeth, So even when you don’t talk, you still taste the defeat

Hangin' by a nerve, I’ma pluck it like a chord, Let you hear the pain screamin’ when I’m steppin’ on your core, Turn your backbone to a staircase, march you to the morgue, Every “please stop” just sound like “more, more, more”,