late at night i ponder how it feels to pass, put that nine mil to my temple but i cant relive that feeling of the pressure against my flesh, if i pull that fuccin trigger there'll be a bloody fuccin mess. then i turn and change my mind now im going for the noose, fuckers put me in a bind now im starin down the chute, i kick that fuckin lever over deaths in hot pursuit, only thing that imma feel is choking till im black and blue young Dead Lo in a monochrome world i hate the fuccin world im in so death became my home, the only place that i find peace is plots in that dirt, im a cemetery dweller casting magic while you sit in church (X2) i woke up in the purgatory realm dust my shoulders off. im here for just a minute yet im somehow back to life, answer me this question how the flying fuck am i alive?? i knew i watched my body drop but i just rematerialized. i guess its just protection by the book, shit keeps me alive im immortal my magic hails beyond the skies the elder ones they dont want me to die. so instead i walk to you and then turn off your fuccin lights.... then your soul leaves your body now you lucid dreaming thinkin but your bodys now a corpse thats lying rotten stinking. you dont even go to heaven you been tagged, you go straight to ag-zothoth, by the time your bodys in the bag... but its too late, and your family all around you crying occupying the dwelling that you died in all surrounded by the rotten smell of decomp its sinus frying the smell sticks in your bones you cant shake it off no matter how much you're crying young Dead Lo in a monochrome world i hate the fuccin world im in so death became my home, the only place that i find peace is plots in the dirt, im a cemetery dweller ill never rest im fuccin cursed (X2)