Speeding

No remorse Or regrets Suffer on, sacrament No report on the mess Same old law, same old less Some above, some are dead No resurgence of rad Someone bad left the blood on the stain I'm insane, mane Murder on time on the sixth day 365 since my wrist slit Tho I'm fine, no arithmet Weak meth on the with the fish men Please man, down when I miss them Take 5 in a row and a piss then Red line on my slick Benz List them lies on my lesbians Damn brother, pass that joint I got some things I need to clear right off my mind Release the stress that's haunting down upon these eyes, aight I feel the tension building up between the day and as it slowly turns again to leave us face another night, fight Go Do your worst, I got a million other ways to take control It never ends, the symptoms point towards me losing all I own What remains is all a mess that is now rotting in a hole So The resurgence of the wicked and the sick out in the cold