One last vein to poke made it too dark to see this
 Scenery slips then line up to go in the ground and leave us
 So repeat this till I'm sick and I won't feed this
 To my little girl who kept me in this world to beat this
 As a little kid taught to follow Jesus
 Get to the front of the line I'm bein' lead by elitists
 So when I speak words that I don't mean
 It's like I'm only in a cloud to wonder what serene is
 Unable to wake and delete the reasons
 Or be the same bed I made up to sleep with demons
 Whether sick sane of a pattern repeated
 If I spit pain I knew how to relieve it
 If at sixteen I had started to treat it
 Till my [bad word] changed whether or not I would need it
 To trace back to the face before the fetus
 If the departure was wrong from the gate then she is

 Trigger finger itch
 The son of a snitch
 I'm the rat's favorite son
 Last to pal and cut
 Slit to bleed [bad word]  By the last heart I've won
 We roll under covers waiting
 I've tied off a limb debating
 If all of the names forsaken
 Spell out what I'm takin'
 Watching the skin pop
 I would do anything to
 Tell you what I've been late to
 Fix up my head and escape to
 Where I can rest my eyes

 The sun says wake up with a beam in my eyes
 Clutchin' the bed like she's still by my side part of me died
 Even when I prescribed still just to be ostracized
 'Cuz she don't really know if she wants to ride or drive
 While no nooses long enough to hang my excuses
 Whether I'm dead, gun to my head, or reclusive
 The end is close almost no need for money
 Yet when I wished for death nobody took my life from me
 If I cannot see what's right in front of me
 And the lights on there still wouldn't be enough to leave
 I fixed me when I broke the aggression
 But I'm still attracted to my beautiful depression
 If I felt emotions I learned to suppress 'em
 Till I'm ready to sleep I'll have found a place to rest then
 No thanks to angst I learned my lesson
 And can erase the face that can't answer the questions

 Trigger finger itch the son of a snitch
 I'm the rat's favorite son
 And by the time I'm back
 That heart that beats so black
 Let it shine like his gun
 We roll under covers waiting
 I've tied off a limb debating
 If all of the names forsaken
 Spell out what I'm taking
 Watching the skin pop