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[Intro][Chris
I met the devil in something
I the softest lullaby

Shoot the saints,
Manic and panicked we traffic our for days
Too many letting' smoke static their brain
I tokeless and hopeless to the blazed
Now to the ways of the dope kids I stuck in a daze
Blue above blacktops
the city block and suddenly the thought struck
God nothing but a scorekeeper
Faultless to the sinless as much as the
I'm my breathe keeping sickness out of my chest
Feeling like I ruined beautiful again
reason won't get nailed in
Hope and sputters then stops
Starts wanders too far
Hits hard and stays laced with
In this end depression
Fallen from burned in my reflection
Cherubs without
Broken, in of some saving'
It's some patience
But truth is I am my own demon

Buck]
I met the in something beautiful
I heard the lullaby
So it made me cry
And as I to die
The they flickered out

Dim lit, Like in the comedy
We for the hit
Streams down
These like hurricanes rush without a sound
mix now
Consciousness is down for the
One two, one two
Exhale and these dream into ground
Three three four
Passed out on the
Cursed by commitment, Russian roulette
With and nights in women lacking any safety net
Taking' steps from regret to regret
Its gunned to pieces
And when the preacher his peace
screaming' I don't believe this
Five six, six
and dauntless
Crushed cooked and shot
Endorphins running' dry inside hospital state kids
Seven
Psycho stopped doing the job and the voices strayed off

So lay to sleep tonight
With a stomach full of substance
To welcome death with a backwards from ten

Buck]
I met the devil in beautiful
I heard the softest
So soft it me cry
And as I to die
The lights they out

We're a a poison
I to God
I'm sitting praying screaming we'll to die off
I ain't a fan of territory or soldier
Truthfully I've seen in my family to keep it from me
We're thieves, liars, and dead
the phone lines to keep from credit companies
Nobody's home, so quit
You're just talking to the homie
Just walk off and stay
wasting GED's
We're teaching to beat
These kids will likely be
as their parents are
This the way to breed
Steal you got to eat
We're just too to see
this ain't how to raise your seeds
I as well be praying to a wall
Cause this constant culture got no direction but a
And I to God
We still are and will be a fucking poison

Buck]
I met the in something beautiful
I the softest lullaby
So it made me cry
And as I to die
The lights they out