I’m falling through I do what I do, and I live how I live Consequences always burning up, but it’s my time to move on up Voice to the preacher, I know the reaper, hes my teacher, I’m a product of his pain, I’m full of issues I point the tip to you but I missed you, that’s a portrait of my scars, forever lost, locked behind my own bars, I’m a lost cause, workin 12 to 12 for the boss, the boss of my soul, this shit gets cold, but the fire burner brighter when he took my soul, but it ain’t no loss, at what cost did I sell it, sellin pain, like the clouds are spilling rain. I can’t think, my brain is always trickin, but somethins missin, do you think he has a plan, or is he full of shit, I just sit back and watch it unfold while I take a sip, poison in my veins, not even lytocain could ease my pain, my memories fade, in my head I stay