My Grave

Fuck a lifeline, cut the rope clean, I don’t wanna be saved, I wanna end the whole scene, If the ship goin’ under, I’m the hole in the keel, I’ma smile in your face while the water past your gills, No choir, no light, no peace, no closure, Just a pit full of “should’ve,” comin’ closer and closer, If my heart’s just a bomb with a date on the fuse, Then I’m wiring the city so you all get the news, I been writin’ my will in the dust on my mirror, “Leave everything to fear,” signature get clearer, I don’t bargain with God, I don’t talk to the priest, I just sharpen my teeth on the bones of the beast, Every “better tomorrow” is a scam in a suit, I’m the motherfuckin’ drought pullin’ poison from the root, If I heal, who you blame when the sky fall twice? You need my broken ass just to justify your vice, So fuck it, let me rot, but you rottin’ here too, You ain’t pure, you just hidin’ all the mold in your room, You ain’t safe ‘cause you prayed, you just tastin’ the delay, When the ground cave in, we all bleed the same gray, I’m the crack in the mask, the laugh in the lynchpin, The slip in the grip when you cling to the last inch, Every stair that I burn, that’s a halo I twist, You can watch me descend, but you fall when I twitch, So when I take that step through the floor of my chest, Don’t reach out, bitch, you invited as a guest, This ain’t rage, this is calm, this is pure dead weight, If I’m walkin’ to my grave, you can share my fuckin’ fate

No rope, no wings, no last-minute grace, Just a staircase down that I carved with my face, Every step I erase is a step that you miss, If I’m sleepin’ in the abyss, you can tuck in right with.