SMOLDER

All my friends are fucking fake
Addicted to an opiate or full of bitter hate

Battle of synthetics
We don't get a
Single break
Feel my chest begin to smolder from the quintessential steak
I need a break

It seems all fun in games
Compounded in out brains
Relying on a substance to sustain the fucking pain

With holes inside out veins
And cuts on all out arteries
Fall back on the comradery
Of being fuckin high

You live a fuckin lie
Inhale the pesticides
Begin to form a smile with those tears up in your eyes

Lucid of my stains
But it heals the wounds partially
It's here half heartily
Until you sink and die

Land after a fly
Feel your soul begin to cry
Reminiscence of the days when you ask the hows and whys

Just hanging with the guys
Next your resting in a hearse
Lost the battle to your curse
Pray the sequel isn't worse

How did I ever come down this low
Examples you spite on a TV show
Alone i'm so lost with no where to go
I'm cursed with regrets and this bag of blow
No spot in this world that is comfortable
The mistakes that where made aren't refundable
Feel the percocet slide past my guttural
It's the only escape I ever know

Muscle flow with rage
And under this hand I feel this pencil break

Write for peoples sake
The pieces of me inside this tattered page

Never ending maze
I look for myself and use the mic as stage

All you in a daze
A porcelain shelf with artists ran by plays

I do this shit to fucking vent

Encased in such a world
But all my art is just a single sense

Write my life without a tense

My rhymes will stand alone, i'll never know when all this ends

No matter how this story bends

Stay true within myself no certification from a petty friend

But I guess it all depends

Intimidation to the future
Or we all can make amends