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       

 

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