Close To The Bone ft. WhiteWitch & False Eyes Lyrics

You better come correct

You wanna speak on me you better say it with your chest

You wanna play the victim

You wanna act restricted

Lying about your life

It is your grave I'll piss in

I am so sick of these pagans

Talk shit on a regular basis

I wanna torture these fools

I wanna bury these racists

I wanna take em to my torture chamber so that they can see

That I got the mystic styles and the devil's already in me

So excuse my French I just get kinda

Peeved at these weak emcees

There must be rat in your blood

Must be bitch in your veins

So this is your long kiss good night

Before you send me insane

Pay the price

Your demise

I'm coming like the poltergeist

Gusanos

That are white

Hate me like the antichrist

Telling lies

All the time

Couldn't look me in the eye

Up on your fake throne

I'm cutting close to the bone

Disses bring 'em all

Ima blow em off

Don't listen to your songs u been fallin off

Bitch this train don't stop not for anyone

Better take your shot or you'll miss it all

Say you're the one

You're the only one thinkin it

Nobody else is listening

Ideas ain't addressing it

Don't wanna hear the rest of it

Ingested all my medicine

I go to bed

I can't feel depression then

Hold a knife and a spliff

Even with a broken wrist

I'll admit that i never gave a shit

About the views bitch

That's exactly why I'm killin it

Got nothin to compare it with

Old friends think its stupid that I'm doin it

Or they want a verse but I'm not doin it

Can't get thru me go take it thru management

Don't worry bout me i can handle it

Somewhere in the midst waiting for havoc.

Lately I've been noticing we're spinning to our caskets.

I got a lot of things I'd like to say but there's no caption.

Don't need someone to love me I'm just staying for disasters.

Think I'm stuck inside a village walk around like Joaquin Phoenix.

Everybody speaks of lies that's just the fable that we live in.

Kinda something like Colin Farrell my past friends might cut their fingers off.

I'd wanna be the good guy but my good it isn't good enough.

Weight of everyones past upon our backs but we keep moving on.

The past it never leaves it's in the future too close to the bone.

They always say to do what you love and let it kill you off

So let's just let it kill us off.

This planets dying anyway.

Look at what's popping like what does this shit mean?

At least we're entertained.

It's all splitting at the seams.

Addicted to the internet.

Our voice reserved to scream.

The difference that we're looking for has yet to be seen.