I'm still alone, still alive, I'm still unbroken I'm not lost Still holding on to what I got Ain't much left Though there's so much that's been stolen Guess I've lost everything I've had I'm still unbroken But I'm not dead, at least not yet Still alone,

Did you get what you deserve? If life ain't just a joke Then why are we laughing? The ending of your life And if you get to heaven I'll be here waiting, baby The end and if your life won't wait Then your heart can't take this No one ever had much nice to

Ain't no place I'd rather be Chil'ren, dead homies and family Sky high, iced out paradise, in the sky Only place that's right for me Chromed out mansion in paradise, in the sky Shit, tired of gettin' shot at Tired of gettin' chased by the police and

He ain't feelin' anythin' My love, my hurt or the sting of this rain All he can say is, "Man ain't it such a nice day?" Like dead flowers I feel like the flowers in this vase He just brought 'em home one day, "Ain't they beautiful?" he said They been

Slaves ov the dead gods Martyrs ov the falsehood Your life is death now Engulfed by the wake ov a million years Welcome to Amenti Jerusalem is falling! "Paint me as a dead soul The flesh, the image, the reflection Let's complete the illusion"

I'm not your patron saint You're not my angel dear Horns up or down and now horns up I am your warpaint Lets make this crystal clear Horns up I am your worst fear Bloodshot eyes and a dead beat stance Shit for brains I'm a game of change One cut, two cut

Resurrected Living in a lighthouse The lions and the lambs ain't sleeping yet I'm serving time All for a crime I did commit You want the truth? You know I'd do it all again Left for dead Heaven is only in my head!

Think I ran into a dead end Come and save me, I feel threatened Ain't no point in using weapons, no I'm at war with my reflection, uh Come and help me, I feel threatened I'm tired of that shit, nigga, shut up Niggas ain't tryna hear none of that

Enemy, take a one good look at me Eradicate what you'll always be Your tainted flesh, polluted soul through a mirror I behold Throw a punch, shards bleed on the floor Tearing me apart but I don't care anymore Are you dead yet Don't hear, don't deem.

This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (What you want) I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it Miss me with that bullshit (Bullshit) You ain't really wild, you a tourist (A tourist) I be blackin' out with the purist (The purist) I made a hundred