What’s Left

[Intro: BTD SPECTRE]
Ayy, yuh, ayy

[Verse 1: BTD SPECTRE]
Stuck with the pain in place, in brain
Don't change the ways, no pain in loops, insane
I plead for the best though
Right through the mess, you fake with the way you stress
Impress the motions, stressed though
Cruising your lane at best
I manage what's left, depressed
Just begging for death to take my soul, I wait
No, never been safe
Image enough, still fucking up, bleeding right from the eyes, they burning red
And swinging my blade like guts in hand
They killing the dead while killing the rest
I'm managing shit
Fucking your bitch while smoking my spliff
Then simmer with lungs
Keep head in the mix, so low like the moon
I roll in the mix, the darkness closing in quick
Wasted foes, out of body, fuck the physical
This time I spent this suffering 'til now when body dies slow
Highs and lows, passing ways
Been sinking lately, let me go
No ones there to pull me out, I'm better dead, I know to most
Smoking just to cope and duck
I'm better dead, alive was never meant
Crushing pills up on my table, now I'm sniffing with the dead
Deviated like a nation that was destined
But what's left is ash, I'm poking like the stick
I need to catch my fucking breathe

[Verse 2: BxbyJxmes]
I had to catch my breathe from the weight inside my chest
The burden caused distress, but I'm a zombie, I don't rest
Mercenary that wanders, seen a hawk that's clad in armor
Offer his army to a slaughter all to rule with holy power
So of course I'm always sour, like this diesel in my flower
That I'm sparking past my hours, to get higher then the towers
'Cause I've fallen at a moment, wounded angel, blood was flowing
But I had to stay in motion just to swim against this ocean
The scars along the way gave me a will to chase
The right to own a space after I was bawling like a wraith
For the times I prayed, I grabbed a blunt today
Just to burn it all away, the wicked ways had made me change