Snakes in the grass
I thought I was pretty numb, but some s%$# stings.
I'm a peice of s^%$ swarmed by snakes in the grass
People don't ask, because they seen the facts.
Can't hold down shit with the opposite sex.
It's like the daily, 50 missed calls from people who would normally hate me.
I'm my own gravedigger
I've paved the way to make it bigger
So I could drop down hope with my corpse
I was made to live by force.
And who can afford?
A life big enough to sustain our obsessions fillin up
And maybe addiction
And maybe in prison.
More bars than 50 with rhythm
At the end of the day
You have yourself to face
A body tormented by the cells it makes.
And every time you go to hell it takes
One moral from your conscience
They ring a bell and say.
"It's the new coming sinner
Who has Hell to pay."
Copyright © Patrick Farley IV | Year Posted 2017