Murder Me/Eulogy Interlude
Sick of myself
I'm sick of myself
Sick of me tripping, I'm evicting myself
I can't live with myself
Dog I'm killing myself tryin'a deal with my health
All of my shortcomings, homie there's a war coming
Conflict in myself
My enemy, is my inner me, I'm the penitentiary, I'm a convict in myself
Contradicting myself
Letting these special defects keep living in myself
So I pull the trigger myself
Call the preacher to pronounce the eulogy
The Grim Reaper, 'cause I'm putting Swoope to sleep
Call the Pastor 'cause it's finna be a massacre
Savagely, abusively butcher this dude when we meet
Ashes to ashes the passion of thrashin',
Dust into dust is the rush of the crushin'
Annihilate envy, lie, this hate in me,
Suffocate the dude that loves to hate this dude
Ego straight to the guillotine, big head get chopped off
.45 to a puffed chest, pride take a rest when I pop off
Bloodshed to the dirt that's in this dirtbag, take a dirt nap, yeah you heard that
Snuff my flaws 'til there's nothing but blood on the walls
Slowly it's killing me
Cutting like surgery
Only thing left to do
I gotta murder me
I'm sick of myself
Exterior flawless, but I'm sick in myself
Interior nauseous
I sicken myself,the sin in myself is the affliction
So I'm saying I'm sickness myself
Prescriptions won't help, I'm pissed with myself
Enraged, I'm enslaved, so I'm whipping myself
In chains by sensei that won't "give me us free" and I'm feeling defeat
So sin-takers can take 'til Christ lives in myself
Yeah, Christ lives indeed
But if I live in myself, does Christ live in me?
Not really, so how could I not kill me?
Top spinning, with a gun to my dome
Evil inside sometimes says "I love you"
So you'll see me at times with a knife and shovel
Knife for the heart that fills my mind with thoughts
With lust and hate and pride and lies of all sorts
I'm a killer
So is dude on the other side of that mirror
So I dug his grave
Sinful nature gets crucified
Spirit awakens through suicide
Do or die
Slowly it's killing me
Cutting like surgery
Only thing left to do
I gotta murder me