Last Time I Ever Leave The Tree

[Verse]
Gut of the tree, I am insane, I can't fathom these things that I think
Knife  in my hand, blade in my throat
Swallowing  razors, this pain that I love, and I'm not afraid of death
Bitch, you run inside my head
I just feel this anger every day, the ripping of my flesh

I  got 10 cuts times a million with the feeling which you never been feeling
Everyday  I wake with the feelings, all in my head, it's all in my head so I blow

Off with the gun, I am the run, off on the run, I am the gun
The  bullet inside of my brain
Open my mouth and I rip out my oral arrangement

[Bridge]
I'm not the same as I used every year, I get worse

[Culmination]
I can feel the pressure I don't like
I  don't like it, I feel pressure loading in my head
You feel the death, the temperature lowers in my neck
I hear you wanting, more