Horrorscope

If you couldn’t tell I’m a sociopath
Money all on the dash I got copious cash
I’ve been coping with existence in a way that I shouldn’t
I got the devil in my soul that tell me «Go get the mask»
Get a facial from my heater face broken like glass and pass time scooping out
your brain to throw in the trash
Tie your body to the hitch with a rope in the back
Til' you just a pile of bloody skin with nothing attached
When I think about the world I can’t do shit but sit back and just laugh
thinking bout all the reasons why I am how I am
Filling up mass graves, money saves and distracts me from all the dark days
that I dwell on from my past
Past life coming back in slivers, kinda like a flash
You gon' catch a blast when this trigger point m out that ass
All I wanna do is cause your harm on arm, leg, leg, had with a bullet leave it
open in the back