Diemonds

What I hate most in this life is a long night
4 walls and no calls and no lights
But the moon light creeping through the blinds
Ceiling fan on high spinning
I’m beginning to believe that tonight is the night
Dead by dawn
I’ll shred my palm to the end of my arm
I’m spread and gone
Embalmed
Put me in the dirt where I belong
Existence is overrated anyway
50 years later they won’t remember you’re dead
6 billion people living as civilians and I hated them all
I should have been a vermillion reptilian living in the swamp
(At least I’d have scales to protect me from the pain)

Enter the void with my wrist shackled up
Codeine and water that fill up my cup
Visuals glisten when I get fucked up
Rehabs for quitters and I don’t give up
Cockin the nine if you want to act tough
This is all by design I don’t have any luck
When it comes to them dollars don’t make me get buck
Hollow tip showers when I go and bust
Tell me the reason you want to be us
I’ll tell you good riddance and then get the fuck
Used to fuck bitches in back of the bus
Nothing has changed bitch I’m still busting nuts
Always complaining about bitches in love
When I don’t feel nothing, no, not even lust
Triple 6 demons, in Satan we trust
Killing these motherfuckers is a must