$UICIDEBOY$ – NOT EVEN GHOSTS ARE THIS EMPTY

Lyrics:
I’ll tell you a secret, something they don’t teach you in your temple
The gods envy us, they envy us because we’re mortal
‘Cause any moment might be our last
Everything is more beautiful, because we’re doomed
You did good $lick
(It’s a smash!)
Shoot on a trick, when I’m thick
Slick ain’t got no sorrow bitch
Shoot on a trick, shoot on a trick
Slick ain’t got no sorrow bitch
Shoot on a trick, when I’m thick
Slick ain’t got no sorrow bitch
Shoot on a trick, shoot on a trick
Slick ain’t got no sorrow bitch
Can I ever get a moment to myself?
Each moment that passes is fleeting
I try and I try to escape my own life
At this point y’all should call me Houdini (Oddy, don’t!)
It always ends up with me bleeding
Or so overwhelming I’m retreating
Back into the hole that I climb out of
It always ends up self-defeating
I’m addicted to sex, addicted to drugs
Really whatever will make me feel loved
I don’t care what you thinking
Yeah, I don’t give a fuck
I’m still out here shinin’ as bright as the sun
And no matter how hard it gets
No matter how tough
Don’t disobey when I say, “give me the gun” (give me the gun)
If I don’t let my demons out to breathe
I’ll end up with some horns or a pair of fucking wings
Come and visit me from time to time (from time to time)
To all them bitches I was ever with
Yeah you’re still on my mind (mind-mind)
Huh huh, aye
Yeah, pushing the coupe in the rain (north!)
Think I been going insane (side!)
Popping and smoking and drinking (north!)
This how I been coping and dealing with pain (side!)
Snort up a line with my Mom, yeah (north!)
I just be hoping to bond (side!)
Another day working and wasting away (north!)
The exact thing that I wanna buy (side!)
Thats time, yeah
I’m in the double R
Falling the fuck apart
Cooking up my frontal lobe
Play it strong on the phone
But I cry alone
‘Cuz my daddy just hit a new low
Fuck
Everyday bad news, everyday cash rules
Fuck what I did (let’s go!)
It’s what have you done lately
Fuck that poetic shit, gotta pour medicine (let’s go!)
Got a chrome metal stick up to my brain
Just to know heaven for a bit (go, go, go)
I just want to run away (away)
But all I ever do is run in place (place)
The tears I cried it could’ve iced my chain (my chain)
And on the best days I can’t feel my face (my face)
No matter how hard it gets
No matter how tough
(My face, my face)
I can’t feel my face
No matter how hard it gets
No matter how tough
(My face, my face)
I can’t feel my face
(My face, my face)
I can’t feel my face
No matter how hard it gets
No matter how toughest
(My face, my face)
I can’t feel my face
The worst part of hell is not the flames, it’s the hopelessness
And I think that is the part of hell
That a person in depression really tastes
The hopelessness, the terrible hopelessness that comes over