Dear, Sweet Death Prawphit (Ft. Cage)

A mouth full of pills, a noose around my neck
Memories of what you killed still pounding in my chest
A knife at my wrist and a gun up to my head
Destiny is slowly running out of breath

A mouth full of pills, a noose around my neck
Memories of what you killed still pounding in my chest
A knife at my wrist and a gun up to my head
Destiny is slowly running out of breath

[Cage Kennylz]
When you're alone in the house sometimes you start to trip
And memories you replay so much begin to skip
I get so tired of thinking through all these sullen glands
And throw myself on the rocks just trying to hold your hand
You get impatient like me just trying to deal with me
You took a shit on my art and said, "Its not MTV."
Your little corporate mind, so pretty for the kids
You have to get to agree with what your opinion is
The gun's down; talk. No intervention necessary
One foot in the cemetery, arm wrestles with death daily
The attempts to live vicariously through are buried
You could end your life with the cake knife the day you get married
How'd these pills get in my mouth?
Came home to God dead in my house
Sex on the couch as a teen was like catching a mouse
And I'm a worm in a bird's stomach dissolving
Funny how the sun fucks each planet, differently revolving