Achilles Foot

I’m blowin' on a Backwood stuffed with psychiatrics
Coughin' with a hack like a playa out of practice
Twenty in my nose, whatever get it done the fastest
Eyes closed, praying for apocalypse disasters
No gods, no masters, no befores, no afters
Ugly Mane’ll make you disappear just like the Rapture
Dodging destiny, still, that coffin like a bed to me
The voices spoke incessantly, my pride is what they fed to me
Tried to read the messages but words was wrote illegibly
Hennessy suppressing all my memories
Mirror showed me glimpses of the enemies possessing me
Toxic thought telepathy, living legacy
Rocking weapons like accessories, dying for supremacy
Really we’re significant as centipedes
Crawl around the Earth with no identities
You’re not special, don’t pretend to be
Your tendencies are so predictable, it’s difficult to remedy
I could read a billion books, still not know what pill I took
I could have a million guns, still walk with Achille’s foot
Sympathy for Satan, and the sorrows of Satan
Sympathy for Satan, and the sorrows of Satan
Sympathy for Satan, and the sorrows of Satan
Sympathy for Satan, and the sorrows of Satan
Sympathy for Satan, and the sorrows of Satan