walls
stuck in limbo land
Pin myself to a cross of happier days and the rat race
Limbo-land Lynch,Traped in a Maze of chalk bodys traced
Silver line-in, disguised to look like your lovers face
Whats the haste? When ya mouth is completly braced
ambitions a waste, mold never actually took shape
your peice of cakes gotten eaten by another taste
aint fates fault cuz i know its just the schooling track
every single fault of mine is picked on by every single rat
nibbled first till its collateral damage hits ur testinal track
boilin shit to a brim mathmatic, countin every slap
every bash in the face and every strap that they lace
every crap that she brakes over ur for-fathers race
every snatch that he makes for your past mistakes
all draped in hate that sketches you your single place
all fallin to not a single vertabrate to quake it different
2 cents stuck between the seats of openly lieing trends
bright future is an illusion always staying on the horizon
smile always lusting, enticing but never giving a lying fuck
they made this a u-haul truck, thats steppin funny luck
ill run over the sheriff, the debuty and king trust
just to merit the dead bodys when im fillin this rut
a blood rush every time i stare at these plaster caked walls
mauled by scratches, burned by matches to brake the stall
never free, never forced to bleed from claustiphobic brawls
but the walls, they never rescede nor break within my calls
never closing to my death, rapein my soul, keepin it sprawled
can i join?