Diemonds

What I hate most in this life is a long night

Four walls and no calls and no lights

But the moonlight creeping through the blinds

Ceiling fan on high spinning

I'm beginning to believe that tonight is the night

Dead by dawn

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

I'm spread and gone

Embalmed

Put me in the dirt where I belong

Existence is overrated anyway

50 years later they won't remember you're dead

6 billion people living as civilians and I hated them all

I should have been a vermillion reptilian living in the 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 fu*ked up

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

C**kin' the 9 if you want to act tough

This is 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 want to be us

I'll tell you good riddance and then get the fu*k

Used to fu*k ******* in back of the bus

Nothing has changed, *****, I'm still busting nuts

Always complaining about b*****s and love

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

Triple six demons, in Satan we trust

Killing these motherfu*kers is a must