Sold My Soul to Satan Waiting in Line at the Mall

Roll up and I'll light a fucking match to the gas, no gas mask

Make it splash and all of a sudden I'm getting ashes

Lasting more than I can fathom

Mass appeal is real it seems

Mass didn't appeal to me

Six, six, six

Wrists glisten cause of slits

Heads missing so I split

Driven apathy, actually traffic

No tragic car accidents happen

You're just a fucking blip

It only matters cause we're matter

Scattering around a hole that gets blacker

Hold up before I blow up

Hold up before I-

Hold up before I blow up

Give me one more time I can po' up

Got the wheels spinning but my blood's thinning

Oddy telling me that it's time to quit it

But I can't, I'll faint

Just one lil' taste real quick so I get straight

I'm so in debt with this shit, I can't pay

I'm so in love with this shit, I can't think

Mind gone blank

I just keep sinking, ducked out, sleeping

These drugs my weakness

Seek this money, wrist keep bleeding

And it's seeming

That the death of me is gonna be these demons

Sold my soul to Satan

Waiting in line at the mall

I got six phones, I got six homes

I got a grave six feet tall

What do I know?

Failed chemistry

Hated religion, fuck it all