Shoot Frank

One last vein to poke made it too dark to see this Scenery slips then line up to go in the ground and leave us So repeat this till I'm sick and I won't feed this To my little girl who kept me in this world to beat this As a little kid taught to follow Jesus Get to the front of the line I'm bein' lead by elitists So when I speak words that I don't mean It's like I'm only in a cloud to wonder what serene is Unable to wake and delete the reasons Or be the same bed I made up to sleep with demons Whether sick sane of a pattern repeated If I spit pain I knew how to relieve it If at sixteen I had started to treat it Till my shit changed whether or not I would need it To trace back to the face before the fetus If the departure was wrong from the gate then she is Trigger finger itch The son of a snitch I'm the rat's favorite son Last to pal and cut Slit to bleed the rust By the last heart I've won We roll under covers waiting I've tied off a limb debating If all of the names forsaken Spell out what I'm takin' Watching the skin pop I would do anything to Tell you what I've been late to Fix up my head and escape to Where I can rest my eyes The sun says wake up with a beam in my eyes Clutchin' the bed like she's still by my side part of me died Eat what I'm prescribed still just to be ostracized 'Cuz she don't really know if she wants to ride or drive While no nooses long enough to hang my excuses Whether I'm dead, gun to my head, or reclusive The end is close almost no need for money Yet when I wished for death nobody took my life from me If I cannot see what's right in front of me And the lights on there still wouldn't be enough to leave I fixed me when I broke the aggression But I'm still attracted to my beautiful depression If I felt emotions I learned to suppress 'em Till I'm ready to sleep I'll have found a place to rest then No thanks to angst I learned my lesson And can erase the face that can't answer the questions Trigger finger itch the son of a snitch I'm the rat's favorite son And by the time I'm back That heart that beats so black Let it shine like his gun We roll under covers waiting I've tied off a limb debating If all of the names forsaken Spell out what I'm taking Watching the skin pop