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I’ve got a plan to change, I will never follow through

Or even attempt to take a step into the right direction

I’m on the road that leads to hell, when there’s a chance

To take a turn and hit the gas and blow right through that intersection

Instead of spendin time at home with wife and kids

I’m going out every other night and when I return, my hands are bloody

Then I get a shovel, leavin again to dig a hole up in my secret burial spot

Just to get rid of another body, So what the fuck is wrong with me?

Cause I’m walkin around the edge of a street

Without any shows of feelings, my hands be grippin a shotgun

I’m pumpin and dumpin in front of the scared

The heavens above hopin my angel gets hypnotic

Gets met with attack, cause I doubt that I actually got one

I’m losin it all, my mind is gone and even hope

That there’s a chance for a monster like me

Become someone’s normal, cause there’s no stoppin

A runaway train full enough of the clips I’ll put out on the deal

I pick up a hammer and proceed to drive an another one

Rusty ass nail in my coffin

It’s another nail, just another nail in my coffin, nail in my coffin

Just a fuckin nail, yet another nail in my coffin, nail in my coffin

Na na na, na na na, na na na, na na na, nail in my coffin, nail in my coffin

Na na na, na na na, na na na, na na na, nail in my coffin, nail in my coffin

I am a family man, I got a wife and daughter

I’m a vibrant author by day, at night I like to slaughter

Try to fight this monster, it’s like Dr. Jekyll versus Mr. Hyde

Inside of this mind is a maniac just like my father

Got a split personality, damn it, is he Mr. Brooks?

Serial killer in your neighborhood, modelin with different looks

You see the devil and the horns with the crooks

Crownies found with their eyes gouged back with fishing hooks

Got an insatiable apetite for murderous posse

When I write stories, then come live gory scenes

When I wake up, my hands full of blood

I’m lying naked in my room, thinkin what the fuck I’ve done

Another blackout, I acted out the next chapter entry for my books

In blood I’m writing, when I read it back it’s frightening

Not been able to stop this urge, I exhale when I’m caught in

And when it happens it’s a nail in my coffin

In every breath is just another nail, another fail

And so mortality skips the scale and teleports me straight to hell

And a hand basket, rigor mortis inside of a black casket

I feel the metamorphosis takin control in each and every fasciis

I’m living in downward spiral, I’m thinkin it down and nightcrawl

I’m grabbin this loaded rifle, my thoughts are cold and spiteful

I’m tryin to get a grip on this, moronic thoughts of slippery shit

Demolish me to increments, this inner demon miscreants

Guided by dark forces, no longer could hear God’s voices

No conscience is in my choices, ambient sounds of evil noises

Perhaps it’s mental illnes, but the fact’s I can’t conceal this

No silver bullet would kill this, no one should ever feel this

Complete void of emotions, like a vast and darkest ocean

Inhabited with tortured souls who laught at you with hearts so frozen

… Who laught at you with hearts so frozen

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