Speeding Lyrics

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