The time ticks and falls into depression,
They draw the line with chalk and ask questions,
Immolated by arsen in a panic state,
Everything happens for a reason this the fate,
For god's sake, It was said to take, to wipe the slate,
We salvage what we got, No time for waste,
Its urgent, So eat everything thats put on the plate,
Running from pain, Coming home late,
You seem to despise yourself for the immense hate,
You wish this horror story was a dream and you could awake,
But don't lie to yourself, This isn't fake,
He's had dreams of drowning and being found in the lake,
I lost everything, Therefore there isnt nothing to take,
Worrying about nothing as nothings at stake,
Slither through this shit as im the snake,
Im too poor for real drugs so I huff paint,
But i still hear gods voice saying im his saint,