L.D. 50

Cop provisions feed my addictions mistakes I made then I opened up the holes and they crawled in, Now when it's time for the feed they won't let me forget, They ride upon my back and they'll fuck me with their need, My invisible enemies all my monkey

Cold seems crippling lame meander through corridors aroma's thick With age mark off the day reflections of my life are fading Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in, Feeble frail and rotting descending I'm lost in, A structure that's collaps

I would love to beat the face, Of any mother fucker that's thinkin' they can change me, White knuckles grip pushing through for the gold, If you're wantin' a piece of me I broke the mother fuckin' mold, I'm drowning in your wake Shit rubbed in my fac