DIEMONDS

What I hate most in this life is a long night

Four walls and no calls, and no lights

But the moonlight creepin' through the blinds

Ceiling fan on high spinnin'

I'm beginning to believe that tonight is the night

Dead by dawn

I'll shred my palms to the end of my arm

I'm spread and gone, embalmed

Put me in the dirt where I belong

Existence is overrated anyway

Fifty years later, they won't remember you're dead

Six billion people living as civilians, and I hated them all

I should have been a vermillion reptilian living in a swamp

(At least I'd have scales to protect me from the pain)






Enter the void with my wrist shackled up

Codeine and water that fill up my cup

Visuals glisten when I get fucked up

Rehab's for quitters and I don't give up

Cockin' the nine if you wanna act tough

This all by design, I don't have any luck

When it comes to them dollars, don't make me get buck

Hollow tip showers when I go and bust

Tell me the reason you wanna be us

I'll tell you good riddance and then get the fuck

Used to fuck bitches in back of the bus

Nothin' has changed, bitch, I'm still bustin' nuts

Always complainin' 'bout bitches and love

When I don't feel nothing, no, not even lust

Triple six demons, in Satan we trust

Killing these motherfuckers is a must