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The Life That I live
The life that I live seems like a dream, I try to see through all of the steam as I burn in hell.
Tormented by the demons in my life, wishing sometimes to end it all with a knife.
I hold inside my love for all, but yet the demons inside make me fall.
Yes, I know my lyric are satanic, but yet please don't panic.
I'm the one that will be at your funeral, roman numeral.
Number SiX SiX SiX suffice the mix as I lay down the bricks for the bed of your coffin.
I make the world I see an illusion for everything is fake and I am nothing, but nothing I am or yet I am everything.
Trying to escape the world by doing anything.
The life that I live is nothing if I do not make something.
I crack open a bottle of pills and try to make my life go quick, only to find myself to get sick, sick of the world beating me down.
Still outside having a frown, some real stuff is about to go down.
I fail again trying to end my life, so I go to the kitchen and grab a knife.
As I go to the neighbors house I just steal his spouse and make them my own.
I cut the wires as they try to use the phone.
The phone to all of their fears they hide behind, in the real life they are only blind.
They cannot see how I am, only to be left in a jam.
I'm spitting my rhymes left and right despite what other people think they will feel my mite!
This is the life that I live.
