Cut Wires

“You don’t know pain ‘til you feel your own soul leavin’…”

Dead man walkin’, no soul in my chassis

Rims still spinnin’ while I’m smokin’ out the backseat

Plug talk static, brain full of black ink

Glide through the shadows, sippin’ death like it’s caffeine

Codeine dreams in a hearse with a purpose

Pain in my chest, but the drugs never nervous

Razor in the lining of my coat — just in case

Keep my fate in a bag, let it rot in the safe

Cut wires, no spark, no charge

I ain’t slept in a year, still scarred

Dead signal in a blood-red rain

I was born in the smoke, die numb in the flame

Woke up with a twitch, blade kissin’ my wrist

Another day, another trip through the permanent abyss

I don’t preach, I just rot, I don’t teach, I just plot

They say, “Life is a gift,” I say, “F*** what I got”

Now I’m back in the void, no grip, no joy

Teeth grind down to the gums, paranoid

I seen death in the mirror and I cracked it

Now I carry seven curses in my jacket

Cut wires, no spark, no charge

Runnin’ from my mind through a pitch black yard

I don’t pray, I don’t beg, I just fade

Paint my coffin gold and throw me in the grey

“Cut wires, cut ties… I’m already gone…”

(looped and slowed, fading into static)