[Verse 1: Slaine]
If this the last song I ever wrote
If it were to be the night that these motherfuckers murdered me
If it were to be a car crash, swerving into a Mercury
Burgundy splashed through the glass when sirens circle me
I will be viewed as violent certainly
Drug-addled so maybe I've only written the worst of me
Maybe by me even writing these words, I'm tempting the fates
They come from the heart, sent from a place
I couldn't find in my mind, I was blind, I was lost
In a time warp with a mind warped from a sick scene
On a sidewalk, full of suicide thoughts
Full of false dreams and hopes that you and I bought
Like dope, so we had to find things to cope
Ended up covered in dirt, not washed with soap
We ended up learning all about the cost of coke by the rope
And seen some good folks lost from dope
I can't begin to begin, I'm just horrified
You hear me penning this thing, you think it's glorified
I just hear the pendulum swing again and again
The same song, broken dreams and dead friends
I been where I been now I stand where I am
As a man with a mic in his hand and goddamn
Back holding the crack, planet that's covered with monkeys
As I walk through the halls of recovering junkies
If this the last song I ever wrote
If it were to be the night that these motherfuckers murdered me
If it were to be a car crash, swerving into a Mercury
Burgundy splashed through the glass when sirens circle me
I will be viewed as violent certainly
Drug-addled so maybe I've only written the worst of me
Maybe by me even writing these words, I'm tempting the fates
They come from the heart, sent from a place
I couldn't find in my mind, I was blind, I was lost
In a time warp with a mind warped from a sick scene
On a sidewalk, full of suicide thoughts
Full of false dreams and hopes that you and I bought
Like dope, so we had to find things to cope
Ended up covered in dirt, not washed with soap
We ended up learning all about the cost of coke by the rope
And seen some good folks lost from dope
I can't begin to begin, I'm just horrified
You hear me penning this thing, you think it's glorified
I just hear the pendulum swing again and again
The same song, broken dreams and dead friends
I been where I been now I stand where I am
As a man with a mic in his hand and goddamn
Back holding the crack, planet that's covered with monkeys
As I walk through the halls of recovering junkies
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