Mortua - AutoPilot

I stood awake and waited but my time was fucking wasted
Read the book of Satan learn some things, while popping medication
Jump from the pier when you die
Constantly hearing fear when I cry
Keep me up through the night
Now my sleep is deprived
End the pain with the tip of a knife
Take his soul or his life
Let him deal with the strife
Okay
Got to step outside for some cocaine
No names want to blow flames
With a fucking dragon smoking propane
Sipping promethazine
And a fucking dope Fiend (do you)
Care about your life I said no need
I'll be satisfied when a hoe bleeds
Keep her fucking nose ring
Tell that that I love while I blow trees
End her fucking life with with a dome piece
I know I've been cruising autopilot
But my thoughts are fucking violent
And I'd rather keep them private
I'm on
Two pill and I really plan on riding
On this road that takes me straight to hell
'Cause I am out of options
My fucking head is so gone
I can't admit I'm doing wrong
I think I'll be here for the long
The lights will dim until their gone
I'll close my book play along
And cut my wrist until it's dawn
Okay, no nose wall bitch I broke it
I split two pill and awoken
This demon caught me smoking
Smoked out and saw me choking
On my own tongue
Focus, your life is fading
Doorway to hell fucking waiting
Swallows bits of broke glass down my throat
Row boat across the Styx, Charon got my soul
We don't get along, Hades better know
It's a new king of the underworld
Double punishment for every Motherfucker down here
Except me I'm in the clear
Fuck a crucifix, I burn on the stake as an anarchist
They check my mannerisms and match up up with some psychopaths
I really want to purchase some new knifes up in the the churches
They can sacrifice the bishops, beheading on all the bureaucrats
Don't be mad, walk the path, whoops his ass, get him back
Fade to black, win a plaque, holy war, new plague
Fuck that, get back, no sleep, replay
Fuck I'm fiending for the cup it's cliché
Fuck I want to be a better man
Walk around the world with no plan
Hoping all the luck fall in my lap
But I kill him buy him back
Go nowhere without the strap
I'm paranoid that it's a trap
Finish shooting that's a wrap
Use my body for the scrap
Mentally I'm about to I'm snap
The bitch won't even text me back
You about to get smacked
I leave a mark up on your face
And run away to fucking space
To get away from all the hate
But let me set the record straight
I think that it is too late
Used to have something great
I lock your body in the the crate
And patiently I'll fucking wait
For something that I have faith
Hope your will decay
And get the fuck up out my way
You know I had went insane

Written by:
Jesse Nielsen, Matthew Sampson

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