Crimson Mind

My blood,

My knife,

My time

I, I,

I know

I'm fine

But mind

Ain't Right, Right

Tonight I'm high

So fly

Like kites till the string’s untied

Now that I'm a disappointment

They don't think I try

 

But I do so what?

I'm giving up my all

Throwing my energy out like a fastball

Flow don’t match y’all, I don’t pass off

Crashing out hard, I’m a glass wall

Spitting cold ice, gold mines when I blast off

Hold tight, latch on, I don't craft soft

Tunes I'm a bad dawg, drafts off of sad songs

Pass up the mask boss hide off in bath salt

I've been feeling like cutting myself

But it's a block in my head

I'm thinking of killing myself

But I can't jump when I stand on the edge

 

Bloody Valentine, I bled for the grind

Love turned war, I drew my line

Now I’m cold, no heart to find

I keep drowning in my own reflection

Talking to ghosts, no connection

Stalking holds no presence

Cut up my intenstants like

 

My blood,

My knife,

My time

I, I, I

I know

I'm fine

But mind

Ain't Right, Right

Tonight I'm high

So fly

Like kites till the string’s untied

Now that I'm a disappointment

They don't think I try

 

Feeling sick so often I might go numb

Mind ticking like a ticking time bomb

I'm digging my grave, yeah, I’ll die young

Drinking till the handles finally fly off

I tell myself that I’m doing fine

But the mirror says I’ve crossed the line

Another night just to kill the time

Another ghost I can’t leave behind

But we left it so desperate not ethic

We're back and we're begging

The wrong way we're heading

The past can't forget it

So i'll just keep spending

My time I'm regretting

In rhymes I'm expressing

The messes and messages bested

A pest of the sentences shredded

Blessed with the stress in my head

Honestly I feel so dead

My bed feeling empty I don't want to rest

 

Now this shit rain off my face

Can’t outrun what I can’t replace

Screaming loud but there’s no escape

Guess I’m stuck in my own mistakes

I don't sip unless I'm in pain

I do think that I need a stain

They say cut against the grain

Now this shit will rain of my fucking blood my knife