PILE O' ROTT3N FL3SH ft. Kongo Alexander Lyrics

Momma sorry, don't watch me when I bleed

I'm a PILE O' ROTT3N FL3SH death be peace within a dream

Tearing off her skin, as she drift away I scream her name

Overdose is prospect cause my conscious tends to hesitate

Father sorry, I'm more than what I speak

Walked a mile inside my bed, met a darker part of me

Spare the talking bitch, hollow hit his brain

I kiss the pavement whore

Sedative and opioid roulette to prove my grave is more

Present than the present moment

Broken shoulders of the soldier

Hope my home inside this soda

Slipping off till death on sofa

12 year old a walking coma

Coffin closed quit knocking on em

Doctor snipping spine my rifle life to lifeless

Wedded to my scythe

Momma sorry, don't watch me when I bleed

I'm a PILE O' ROTT3N FL3SH death be peace within a dream

Tearing off her skin, as she drift away I scream her name

Overdose is prospect cause my conscious tends to hesitate

Momma sorry I been struggling with my tension

No to mention my bedroom's cluttered with bottles

Like you mentioned might happen

Never chose to listen

I just dealt with my depression

In a way that I could handle

Mentally dismantled

I know that I'm far gone

Thinking why God my whole life

I've been called out by the monsters in the fall-out

Made it through never fall down

Going all out

Hope my father sorry

Never showed out but he's dead now

Never got a phone call or a headcount on his new family

Am I dead now

Put my whole soul down when my pen down

I might just Molotov this cocktail

Burn all my failures and my fears

I might just Molotov this cocktail

Burn all my failures and my fears

I might just Molotov this cocktail

Burn all my failures and my fears

I might just Molotov

Burn all my

Fears

Chest, bodied; broken up bones always littered at feet

Born in defeat

Born on a tombstone where populous be

Glock make a man outta me

Molotov flesh, bottle down to the drip

Throttle pounding her flesh I'm her father it seems

Farm out her head with the lies we're all fed

My step poppy roulette and my mommy a piece

Harvester-peace, pardon the grief

Part of em Martian, the rest Rest In Peace

Resting In Piss rip my wrist with my teeth

Blood in the sink; fuck with the brink

Fuck with the government burning buildings

Steady pouring cement to the floor

Making love to a whore but I'm broken inside

Haven't rested my eyes in a decade all death on my mind