A Suicide Note
God seems to have left the receiver off the hook and time is running out - Arthur Koestler
A wayward threat that ran away with breath
My reflection in a puddle of cocain an sweat
No name. Forget. Spit. Hit a slow drain that drip
So strained I rip. Lookin hard at the razor edge
Brain a wreck. Empty pill bottle of some pain forget
Insane. Im stressed. Drownin in the liquor rain, Im wet
To forget the pain an rest an yet the strain progress
Look up an grabbed the wheel. Nearly lain to rest
But the car swerved, Im in the wrong lane, I guess
An somethins wrong in my brain: I aint changed it yet
The car weavin an woops while Im reachin for booze
Drivin with my knees on the wheel, weavin a noose
Told so many lies that we dont even believe in the truth
Everything fell apart, and what's the reason a youth
Is cleanin an loadin a AK an squeezin at troops?
An a bitch thats got the AIDs is sleepin wit dudes
Feels like civilization is racin to leap ta their dooms
Six feet deep in the dunes, the masses sleep in a tomb
The sheep an the wolves have all been equally fooled
Hope that God gets back to the receiver, and soon.
Cause its gettin so bad to where nothin'll phase em
We're all laughin at death an fuckin with danger
Jesus'll tell you its a thin line from a dungeon an manger
And its surely been crossed once we bludgeon the savior
No one rushin to save em, no its nothin but anger
Im no better, tuckin the banger, one in the chamber
This is a letter that I'm writin so that you an I know
I always lived my life by this do-or-die code
Pure survival is not as true as I know
So you'll never wonder why if I choose that I go
So Im leavin you behind this suicide note
Cause he knows the loss, not that it even shows at all
You notice flaws an yall just refuse to focus on
I know em well, and no, I dont condone the laws
So know that Im signin this in blood:
Sincerely,
Lotus Kross
