I'm down, touch me I'm feeling down, me I'm feeling down, me I'm feeling down, me
What kind of God is Gave me the hottest bitch Then took the life from her and left a pile of shit Sloppy with a fork, so Chris gotta her To numb to cum, she piss while I eat her
I tell her, keep her head up even though I hold it up for her And she seizure she try and get up I know I'm perking her but can't stop what's her No sleep with her screaming all night, I'm of murking her
Her parents paid for the coffin and state After the contract, do not resuscitate Yellin' for mommy I dip in the morphine to me I'm known in town as the creep that's into
I can't get that you make out of my head I can't figure out what's making it I can't get that you make out of my head I can't figure out what's making it
Stare in her to look past horror Morphine tolerated, I'm out coppin' tranq for her Like I won't to go through hell again Her skin is saran wrap, barely hangin' from her skeleton
With each one of her ribs my crib's designed To keep the out cause she can't lift the blinds behind, I'll be outta friends soon Nobody visits the guy that keeps the body in his
She's barely alive and taking from me With no appetite but the meningitis is still Wants to love But I had to it with holding hands while we take drugs
I can't get that sound you make out of my I can't even figure out what's it I can't get that sound you make out of my I can't even figure out what's it
cold as a corpse and still holding the source Up in the air like, one day the is yours Took the IV out her wrist tried to give me a I tasted her lips, she dislocated her hips
Started couldn't feed her no medication To scared to beat on her chest in It'd cave in Death waved again and each time her In a coma, for a week, to wake up to seizures
But this time ain't like the I can see right through her chest And see her ain't got no fuckin' beats left Then a voluptuous falls from a host like she did in high school then fades when I get close
I can't get that you make out of my head I can't figure out what's making it I can't get that sound you make out of my I even figure out what's making it
I'm feeling down, me I'm feeling down, me I'm feeling down, me I'm feeling down, me