sold my soul to satan waiting in line at the mall
Stakes, washed away, washed away
I'm burning down
Roll up, and I light a fucking match to the gas, no gas mask
Make it splash, and all of a sudden, I'm getting ashes
Lasting more than I can fathom
Mass appeal is real it seems, mass didn't appeal to me
Six-six-six, wrists glisten 'cause of slits
Heads missing, so I split
Driven apathy, actually traffic
No tragic car accidents happen
You're just a fucking blip
It only matters 'cause we're matter scatterin' around a hole that gets blacker
Stakes, washed away, washed away
I'm burning down
Stakes, washed away, washed away
Hold up before I blow up
Hold up before-
I'm burning down
Hold up before I blow up
Give me one more time, I can pour up
Got the wheels spinnin', but my blood's thinning
Oddy telling me that it's time to quit it—but I can't, I'll faint
Just one little taste real quick, so I get straight
I'm so in debt with this shit, I can't pay
I'm so in love with this shit, I can't think, mind gone blank
I just keep sinking, ducked out, sleeping
These drugs my weakness
Seek this money, wrist keep bleeding
And it's seeming that the death of me is gonna be these demons
Sold my soul to Satan waiting in line at the mall
I got six phones, I got six homes
I got a grave six feet tall
What do I know?
Failed chemistry
Hated religion, fuck it all
Stakes, washed away, washed away
I'm burning down