Kill The Architect

I still smoke like a Rastafarian But stopped getting fades cause I looked too Aryan Walking on you motherfuckers, so hilarious The gum under my shoes, trying to live vicarious Born good but became nefarious There ain't a whole deep enough for you to bury us Start thinking, get the blood pouring Paid, living poolside could be so boring Thinking it's the end and I don't walk Orwellian The angel dust got me to talk to aliens Marijuana had me so distracted And alcohol made you ugly bitches attractive Worth it's weight in gold, you think your soul is Try to get it back and can't get your head into showbiz I don't give a fuck who your hero is A moment of silence for my Tero Smith (I think the thing we have to take into consideration here is that we're dealing with a man with a mental health issue saying these things. This isn't a child trying to be shocking. This a grown man with a noted mental health background, and I think that's what really makes it a little more disturbing, and I think that his work should stay right where it is, right at the bottom.)