The Deep End

[Verse 1: Madrox] It sits and corrodes in the bottomless pit of my soul Becoming half of the better damaged portion of what's whole Some call it sick, deranged, insane and sometimes I prefer it rather that to be just labeled this plain Or played like some disfigured chess piece In life's corrupted game Feel the sorrow Life reaps and sows, accepting it But still wanting to grow Or just let go but the grips from the fingertips Of insanity's overbearing hold Feels airtight As if I need the jaws of life to come and cut me Out the darkness in an effort to shed light on the subject To the public, the world can live without me Still feel blessed inside to speak my mind And hoping they never doubt me And through death hoping they remember And never ever will they ever forget about me And if I'm resurrected Second coming of second life Second chance to know about me to have sight Beyond sight, close your eyes and still see [Hook: Dominic] If I were just the same As the rest of you little robots Then I prefer to be shot Induce me with the pain Shoot venom in my veins Cause you don't know my story No, you don't know my story There's really nothing for me So leave me in this worry (In the end is glory) [Verse 2: Monoxide] Feel like an 8 by 10 in a 5 by 7 I'm in the wrong frame of mind And I wish my indiscretions had a warning sign But I get by And that's a lie But I gotta refuse to let em' know That on the line in which I ride I choose to break away Wanna bring it back That which you take from me Even if it means I gotta go to war with everyone Who wanted to end my little bit of everything Guess I'm too mad or too sad to sing I was born in a city But now I'm living in a confused state That's full of decay like a toothache They tried to pull me out but it was too late Now I'm a product of a brand new hate I'd rather die than be what you say Living a lie to let the truth hang Individualize me like a new gang While the rest of y'all just sit there and get played [Hook: Dominic] [Verse 3: Caskey] I'm drowning in a pool of my surroundings I put this knife to my Adam's apple Let's start the backwards countdown from ten I'm a tatted rascal Fleeting from the lines An acid jackal Shackles all on my palms Because psychedelic trips gone bad Recollections of my pissed off dad Sitting in the pathfinder And I still ain't found shit but Old silhouetted pictures of me with my wrist cut And I wish you well Hell, I was bullied by the minotaur School with a crew With a toolie Inside a rental car You don't learn from god inside a seminar But you hear about the devil every which way you turn Perhaps we were made to burn in hellfire And I desire to be stronger But the songs I sing Go ever somber in this life of mine Memoirs of the suicidal I guess my father is my truest idol Gone [Hook: Dominic]