Dark and cold

Winnin' gets old when victory is fake

Take the synthesis they made

See-through emptiness is the toll you pay

Ark of Gold

sinnin' then sold

Isn't he ashamed...

Take the promise and reshape

Ancient code which we remold and taint

Isn't it so simple to rekindle what you break...?

Like the thimble that you gave...

Witness Christmas tinsel shift and fade

Stippled on the paint

"Cuz I said so" is all

No it ain't, bitch

Shitshow in my brain

This ain't gold at all

It's just gold-plated

HOOK:

I can't take it back

And if I could, I wouldn't; I would just regret that I had

In fact, a bad bruise tattooed madness and taboo

in matte-black, flat-blue on to my back through the vascular pathways the shattered and damned used

The happiest bad days...

It can't ever last you...

The cattiest laughter...

Enamel that cracked...

Oooh, galactic orgasm out of a glass tube

V2: Better acetaminophen I hadn't seen in a minute/ cuz when this sudden citizen in my liver is sittin' in for dinner: "winner winner, chicken..."/ innocence is denizen to his peers via images/ and me a mere itinerant//bitter, then I consider the medicine/ Renaissance/ epilogue/ Dear God, and I venison?/ Should I let it ecumenism?/ Then again I give a hefty percent of credit to the indefinite/ Yes yes!//// Sever the head of any Nephilim at the benefit/ let's settle it guess-guess/ solid as false tentative//Better than sex? nuh-uh/ the Devil just said it is/*pop-pop*/ Is it gunshots or is it Rocket's sedatives?//// Ketamine in my head of lettuce/ I bet a meta machine/ I could get a Metamu-civil consumin' a boomer/ until the killer in you is the killer in me/ I spill it illy/ fillin' a need/ I'm a killer indeed (ha!)////

HOOK

Breakdown:

I've given decades to death

And now I know that I could get it all back if I could catch a thin window...

Put all my best days to bed

and you can see it on my arms

and on my face

and in the way all these women go:

"Burnsie is fire"

"Rocket is cool"

"Steven Bailey's a great guy and one day he'll find a lady who's perfect for him"

Her beat is mine...

All that is true; seems that failing is a way to die and so I find my maker is turnin' again////

Hurtin'? I bet...

I can feel it in the wind beneath his words:

"He deserves it", I bet; what's worse is that I even think his words are correct/ I left the Devil in the dirt so why do I still feel I'm servin' a debt?////

V3: Said and told/ Burnsie gets old, when talent ain't enough/ to keep her close/ Steven's a joke/ he's just a horse stuck in "the rut"// "No, really, it's different"/ We were drunk, so really it isn't/ We moved up to coke/ We both did it independent/ on the low, both doin' meth and////so I know I fed the problem/ and doesn't Sluggetts admit when the glove fits right/lip gloss is my kryptonite/ life is a slolum/ ya betcha I've got a gollum/ and I ain't Rick Ross but I'm finna get rich tonight//// This isn't a vigil to talk shit despite lofty marauders pushin' their products down my esophogus// the hella slippin'/ television-dumb bitch-unintelligent fraudulent/don't hold a candelabrum to that goddess////