Never gave a f*ck
About you motha
F*ckas make that
For a fact stay in tact
Reaper has my back
Late at night suicidal
Thoughts always attack mind
Losing always choosing
Same paths its okay
Its okay screaming in
My ears allusions creeping
In the mirrors bloody
Creatures wants my soul
To tear keep on counting
For the day I'm rotten
In HELL