The reaper is close you can hear the creak of the ghost screeching through both of its hosts
Whats eating me the most is i haven\'t achieved shit the addict in me\'s made the passionate me sick,
for a shit sleeping pattern i happen to dream big
i just wonder if friends listen cause theres so many snakes theres hundreds of them hissing,
i give hundred percent with under 1 percent given.
The funds that i\'ve spent drinking are bleeding me quite dry, and this life i am leadings preceding to fly by.
its like times speeding it flees in the night sky
And One day i wont have any emotions no tears left to cry
The estimate raises doom is impending i\'m due for an ending so i don\'t care whom i\'m offending,
either heaven is moving closer or the moon is descending my mood isn\'t mending depending on this booze i\'m befriending