AS A BODY BAG

I walk around on a floor made of glass

On my feet

Shards are broken from the deeds of the past

I return home as a fucking body bag

As I turn to the void

I can feel my body drag

I return home as a fucking body bag

I return home as a fucking body, fucking body

I return home as a fucking body bag

I return home as a fucking body, fucking body

I'm forced to explain all the reasons

Why I don't want to fucking live

I see the flaws of the reality

Around me and it's killing me

And sometimes I am done with the bullshit you're on

I just bit a hole through my whole tongue

Just to watch you ruin one

I don't think you see the hate that you all breed

But then again, you thrive in it

There is no accountability

This for all you player haters

Ever since I realized that you niggas are all plastic

I have grown to hate you more

I'd rather die than wear your fashion

I can't see why you are alive still

We are coming to do our jobs and finish you

I can't see why you are alive still

I think it is you or me

Let's finish this

Don't you run away from this life

You will have it

Even if you pray

It is time, hole for rabbits

Heard you came to play

You want death? You will have it

Even if you pray

It is time, hole for rabbits

Die by my hands

You will die

Die by my hands

I will

Die by my hands

You will all die by my hands

Die by my hands

You will all die

And I hope you know

That I'd rather be a fucking body bag

Than to have anything to do with you

You hear me?

You fucking son of a bitch!

Return home

As a body bag

I return home

As a fucking body bag

I return home

As a fucking body bag

I return home

As a fucking body bag