helpless evanescence

Lost inside of my mind, I'm sitting in the darkest place I'll find that

Everything gets better in time

Grip the chrome Beretta and I'm fine

Hoes always got me fed up and high

I'll be rolling Mary jane, I'm sniffin' cocaine

I ain't gonna sick death on nobody, he might find me

Pissed off, bigger the bitch; they wont fight me

Blood on the vest, he dead but he missed slightly

Aim for the head, don't flinch bet it wont bite me;

Simpleton, walk in with the limp again,

Offering the coffin to the man that we gone sin against, punch, scoff, cough up all the plans, come and get your kid, loony man