Death at it's Finest
Dead on arrival feeling suicidal
I’ve never killed anyone but I'm always on trial
I'm no liar if I am hit me with a piledriver
Standing at the edge with a noose and a rifle
This is my life I call it social cynical
I can tell you myself these words are far from Biblical
I'm on fire like a heat-seeking missile battery getting critical
I never meet in the middle solve this riddle
How many times do you have to die before you get to heaven
I never close my mouth it’s like a 7-Eleven
If I go to this casino never hit Triple 7
Now if you excuse me I'm going to dance with the devil
When it comes to death I always get a gold medal
That's all I think about one track mind falling behind
The lies I like to hide behind effects to the side
Hitting my stride like a suicide dive
This animation is like my medication
I’m a closed book look for more information
On the edge surveying the devastation
Trying to be on the next Final Destination
Where is mine that's kind of hard to find
Heaven's not meant for me because love is blind
All my life I had to fight to be alive
It's hard to stay that way when you're buried in time