Six Feet Under

MTM, hit 'em with the heat Writing empty letters with yo name just to feel the same Acid teardrops running down my face to feel the pain I cannot fill the void that goes deep inside my brain I'm a vacant vessel that lurks in shadows locked and chained What happened to the rose that bloomed inside of the darkness? It grew weary with petal fallings abandoned and cold-hearted But either way regardless it was still clutching on hope Wishing that the sun would find it, shine on it and one day grows Staring at the image of a monster in the mirror Pointing out your insecurities, thinking that you're disfigured And it gets clearer you don't wanna be on this earth anymore I say listen to that cold-hearted rose and hope that you grow The saddest thing is not see petals bloom and witness growth Until you learn to trust anyone, then you shall remain a ghost Pushing all ya loved ones far away, hoping they don't get close Loneliness is what holds you and that's how it forever goes Stand-alone beneath the moon Inhale in this deadly fume Screaming when I'm bringing the doom Bow down to the king gloom Lay six feet under tomb Listen, my gun, it go boom Death will be coming here soon Surface from out the lagoon Stand-alone beneath the moon Inhale in this deadly fume Screaming when I'm bringing the doom Bow down to the king gloom Lay six feet under tomb Listen, my gun, it go boom Death will be coming here soon Surface from out the lagoon Livin' in a loop, not doin' shit, losin' my brain Self-medicated, inebriated, runaway from pain Just another lifeless soul walking around this cold earth Wishing I could disappear and some days return to the dirt Looking at the crystal ball and all I see is misery My words are falling on deaf ears and no one's really hearing me Stuck inside the box writing out my own obituary Feeling like a phantom, just stuck and bound for the cemetery Pop another pill to try to numb and heal Dancing with the devils in circles, not knowing what's really real I'm grippin' on the fucking steel, looking down the barrel, thinking twice Life flashing before my eyes, the end has come so pay the price I'm like a puppet and my strings are being pulled by vice I keep telling myself things will get better and you'll be alright Still clutching this knife hoping could see a bit light I'm losing on my grip, so I might not make it through the night Stand-alone beneath the moon Inhale in this deadly fume Screaming when I'm bringing the doom Bow down to the king of gloom Lay six feet under tomb Listen, my gun, it go boom Death will be coming here soon Surface from out the lagoon Stand-alone beneath the moon Inhale in this deadly fume Screaming when I'm bringing doom Bow down to the king of gloom Lay six feet under tomb Listen, my gun, it go boom Death will be coming here soon Surface from out the lagoon