Eulogy Goretex

[Intro: Sexy Sadie (Backmasked)]
[Goretex is Satanic, cinataS si, cinataS si!]

[Chorus: Sexy Sadie]
This time I'm not gonna make it
This hold on me's getting deeper
It's so cold I am better off dead
Walls closing in, please kill me
This time I'm not gonna make it
This hold on me's getting deeper
It's so cold I am better off dead
Walls closing in, please kill me

[Verse 1: Goretex]
Mind is a desert, sorting through old pictures of letters
Portraits of people are buried in cemeteries in sweaters
The legendary young G, I used to hang with the convent
My pops fucked up his marriage cause he was banging his cousin and trafficking coke
My little homie Max, he caught scars
He got mowed down, dragged three-hundred feet under a fucking car
Industrial brooms to sweep up the blood
Picking up his teeth I couldn't see his grill, it was stuck
Retarded, never made it back to school, it's real to a coffin
My Uncle Bernie had his bitch killed for stealing his fortune
Blazin' it wig, I remember the pain in the crib was often
Ever since then I've been lost 'cause now I'm big in extortion