Sometimes I Write About the Things I'm Too Afraid to Tell a Therapist

My heads not even here bro But it's starting to be (but it's starting to be) Can't explain the way that a grey face Layin' in a coffin on a day that the Lord made Hating everyday I wish I lay up in a small grave Made a boy sick I sit up all night in a crawl space Small basement no insulation just a small place Granny made me cuddle up in a crawl space My mothers picture bloody from innocent Danté I'd rather slit my wrist than let a motherfuckin' thought race So crucify my soul I raise my spirit to Christ I take this bread I end up dead By a fucking train that went by And if by dawn I hear the birds Wheels spinning upside down A testament God blessed my sin My spirit's alright now My spirit's alright I said my spirit's alright now My spirit's alright I said my spirit's alright I said my spirit's alright I said my spirit's alright now Right right right my spirit's alright I gotta I give it another shot the world of wickedness I'm locked up in a pit with all the sickened All the demons all my women in my head I feel my limits Premonitions of the end and when I get upset I tend to give it a minute then I'm out of it A man sits in the shower his hands commend you father He doubts that you are powerful he needs you to empower him So I guess I'll do my best and try to dig myself out Don't need no meds don't need no friends Got my demons on count Fuck all my bitches get some head 'Til I figure shit out Won't hold my breath until I'm dead I'll keep my gun on the couch