Tripped and fell over my own tongue Must've acted on my words Fingers on the trigger of that gun Cuz it has such a way with words Dressed black head to toe Eenie meanie minie moe Which one of you is first to get it? Now that I most certainly know. Force fed of this dried up daily bread If my only appetite wasnt to self destruct I'd silence these voices in my head And no longer give a fuck But I'm stuck yes I'm stuck oh I'm caught in between. I've hit rock and I've hit bottom neither were easy to ween. Always saw a bigger picture, yet never part of the scene. Only scarred tissues n issues of us..they intervened the interveinious Like out stretched duct tape and a knife to the spleen. My cries not heard and blood soaked are my Jean's. Engraved in my DNA is a slave in an open grave... yet which way? Does the hour strike is it the surrender or does this dog have some fight? Which way? Which way?? Satan says not today.. which. way which way? God looked to me then prayed.