Got 10 Demons I swear they want me dead Now I'm in my feelings when I should be chasin bread Thoughts deceiving us, this should be like a game I'm racing you to the grave, cause every day is the same
Darkness shines through the cracks Of the walls I'm in and the air gets heavy As I'm trying to shine brighter I'm drinking from the glass was handed down By a fallen angel Could the poison takes me higher
Got 10 Demons I swear they want me dead Now I'm in my feelings when I should be chasin' bread Thoughts deceiving us, this should be like a game I'm racing you to the grave, cause every day is the same
Got 10 Demons I swear they want me dead Now I'm in my feelings when I should be chasin' bread Thoughts deceiving us, this should be like a game I'm racing you to the grave, cause every day is the same
Lock and load it's a battle zone in my fuckin' life Every enemy's a vice, if a demon's tryna fight Drop his body on sight, semi auto is my light I'm the target and the night, whole fight 'Cause the conflict is only in my head Try to stay strong while I wanna be dead I pull up to the gravestone and the dates wrong Scratch a new engraving I'm here to fight long
Got 10 Demons I swear they want me dead Now I'm in my feelings when I should be chasin' bread Thoughts deceiving us, this should be like a game I'm racing you to the grave, cause every day is the same
Got 10 Demons I swear they want me dead Now I'm in my feelings when I should be chasin' bread Thoughts deceiving us, this should be like a game I'm racing you to the grave, cause every day is the same
Compositor: Paul Stephen Siefert (King Theta) ECAD: Obra #41487695