DCXVI

I cannot//
Sleep because of my thoughts//
Yeah my head is fucked//
Want to see my numbers going up//
Want to feel fucking numb//
Some days i want to give up//
Knife to the throat and fucking cut//
Yeah do like Dead//
Gun to the head//
And he fucking shot//
He wrote "excuse the blood"//
Hell yeah Pelle there is a lot//
Yeah, you got found by Euronymous//
And got your pictures shot//
Wounds full of pus//
Don't call the fucking cops//
Keep your mouth shut//
And go away you dumb fuck//
I don't want to see your ass on my block, yeah//

X2
6 1 6 aye//
6 1 6 aye//

Me and my demons fucking fought//
No help from any god//
I'm smoking tha pot//
Yeah we smoke a lot//
Smoke deep in my lungs//
Emptied the bong//
And now we speaking in tongues//
The darkness will come//
And block out the sun//
Satan says that i am his son//
And that all hope is gone//
So you better fucking run//
While you still are young//
You fucking punk//
I am fucking done//
So give me the gun//
And it will start rain//
With blood, skull and my brain//
Fuck the fame//
Rapping on a beat and describing my pain//
We are not the same//
So get outta my way//