Not Even Ghosts Are This Empty

I'll tell you a secret, something they don't teach you in your temple

The gods envy us, they envy us because we're mortal

'Cause any moment might be our last

Everything's more beautiful because we're doomed

You did good $lick

It's a SMASH!

Shoot on a trick, when I'm thick

Slick ain't got no sorrow bitch

Shoot on a trick, shoot on a trick

Slick ain't got no sorrow bitch

Shoot on a trick, when I'm thick

Slick ain't got no sorrow bitch

Shoot on a trick, shoot on a trick

Slick ain't got no sorrow bitch

Can I ever get a moment to myself? Each moment that passes is fleeting

I try and I try to escape my own life, at this point y'all should call me Houdini (Oddy don't)

It always ends up with me bleeding, or so overwhelmed I'm retreating

Back into the hole that I tried to climb out of, it always ends up self-defeating

I'm addicted to sex, addicted to drugs, really whatever will make me feel loved

I don't care what you thinking, I don't give a fuck, I'm still out here shining as bright as the sun

No matter how hard it gets, no matter how tough

Don't disobey when I say, "Gimme the gun" (Gimme the gun)

If I don't let my demons out to breathe

I'll end up with some horns or pair of fucking wings

Come and visit me from time to time (From time to time)

To all the bitches that I was ever with, yeah, you're still on my mind

Huh, huh, yeah, pushing that coupe in the rain (North!)

Think I been going insane (Side!)

Popping and smoking and drinking (North!)

Is how I been coping and dealing with pain (Side!)

Snort up a line with my Mom, yeah (North!)

I just be hoping to bond (Side!)

Another day working and wasting away (North!)

The exact thing that I wanna buy (Side!)

That's time

Yeah, I'm in that Double R falling the fuck apart

Cooking up my frontal lobe

Play it strong on the phone, but I cry when alone

'Cause my daddy just hit a new low, fuck

Everyday bad news, everyday cash rules

Fuck what I did, it's what have you done lately (Let's go!)

Fuck that poetic shit (Let's go!)

Got a chrome metal stick up to my brain, just to know heaven for a bit (Go, go, go)

Yeah, uh, I just want to run away

But all I ever do is run in place

The tears I cried, it could've iced my chain

And on the best days, I can't feel my face

My face

My face, my face

I can't feel my face

My face, my face

I can't feel my face

My face, my face

I can't feel my face

My face, my face

I can't feel my face

My face, my face

I can't feel my face

My face, my face

I can't feel my face

My face, my face

I can't feel my face

The worst part about hell is not the flames, it's the hopelessness

And I think that is the part of hell that a person in depression really tastes

The hopelessness, the terrible hopelessness that comes over