Brandon was looking to abandon his thoughts and issues
Decided an acid trip would flip a switch or maybe continue.
It’s Friday or what we call high day or the highway to seeing stars
The stuff is rough can leave you fixed or left completely scarred.
Can feel like heaven but around 11 you might experience hell
Like thinking things that will not make you feel mentally well.
Was all cool fine an dandy popped those tabs like they where candy
Went downstairs was unaware to hear voices coming from the urn of granny.
Talking to the urn of the burned flesh of my grandmother
Only to discover they left her to die an wanted to let her suffer.
Claiming I’m the one to justify what was done saying Im the angel of revenge
Couldn’t save me when alive so my honor you will defend.
Your mother an brother an daddy sister
Rip them apart like a house in a twister
Your colder then cold worse then Maine’s winter.
Told dad I need to talk to him bad alone in the basement
Smashed his face with a bat till it was flat it was complete amazement
Tip toed in the kitchen
moms cooking an cleaning like it was a mission
I appeared behind her like a magician
An carved into her neck it’s a new family tradition.
Creeping upstairs I think my sisters sleeping without a care
I grab an wrap her ponytail around her throat an choked her with her hair
Her face went red then blue it’s true it looked like cotton candy at the fair.
My brother couldn’t hear nothing headphones was on an music was bumping
I was trying to go hunting stabbing an gutting him as I was grunting.
Tuckered out after taking those suckers out I’m ready for sleep
I woke up in a cell with a headache from hell being told the trouble I was in was very deep.
Murrmanski
