Not Even Ghosts Are This Empty

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!)

That's 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

'Cause 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

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 (in 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 tough

My face, my face

I can't feel my face

The worst part about 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