Pretty Eyes

It’s getting pretty murky, could you show me a glimpse? body levitating, worried that im losing my grip, to anybody lurking, better hurry ya trip is coming to close, feeling dirty bout this

Quit moving furniture unless you’re paying the rent, i’m not really sure it’ll be ok in the end, set myself on fire for the sake of a friend, burned at stake so my mistakes will be cleansed

Lay me in the tomb, forever without a clue, trigger finger itching, insisting on that you move the fuck away from me, could do this all afternoon, wasting all my efforts, the pressure is nothing new

Dust off my shoulders & blow smoke on the casket, fingers on your neck, grip it tight, break your plastic, dig a hole, lay the body next to the hatchet, bury you motherfucker, sleep with my habits

Pretty eyes got caught up headlights, i’ll be fine, just let me get my head right