Deaths Face

Each day I continue the daily whisper into deaths face Awaiting the results of a mysterious case But wait, who’s actually running the race Against myself but I feel me is running at a too slow pace Oh, hey that’s me that chick up in the cage Animalistic treatings so I respond in animalistic ways That’s rage. Claws on, drawn out on the defense Oh but wait y’all wasn’t ready for this Pure bliss, staring myself dead in the eye What you looking at don’t expect me to cry I’m blind. To the hurt and the painful blows Nobody knows. From myself I’m not safe Each day I continue the daily whisper into deaths face