Sadistik - Freedumb

(Kristoff Krane)

I feel alone and depressed, I miss my best friend

My wife's a thousand miles from home, the road I'm on's a dead end and

So I lie to smoke choking shove my fat grin with a bag

Of preservatives till I purge in a napkin

In the back of a van with no backup plan

Just some lower back pain from holding up this avalanche

If I had the chance to change I probably wouldn't take it

I preferred the benefits of learning how to communicate it

I miss the Mrs. so much, I hold a picture of her

To bridge the gap between her touch and my vision of us

If it wasn't for your love I couldn't trust the rush of endorphins

So thanks for reminding me about what's important

(Sadistik)

I'm one van nap away from coming just a sliced throat

From that path I take I'm struggling to find home

I'm on the right road leading me to nowhere

And I don't know where I learned to juggling knife show

But I hope it's embedded on my gravestone

Brainstorm so much that my head is filled with rainbows

There's no pot of gold, leprachauns and fables

Just another hollow soul with death upon his facial

I'm just a vagabond who never had a mum

Who ever had a bond except when it was painful

So I never stayed close

I stayed sharp with the crayons in my paws sketching all the angels

(Sadistik & Kristoff Krane)

My God - if I do not change the way I'm living I'ma

Die young - but at least then you could say I did it like an

Icon - left them all uplifted and constricted like a

Python - sipping on elixirs just to fit in with the

Life long friends who helped me paint a pretty picture so when

I'm gone we can all pretend I made a difference within

My songs ride on

Ride on Ride on to that distant sunset till the butterflies in stomachs learn to fly on

Top of the puddle till I reach the light at the end of the tunnel I'm blind from

Caught in a struggle I'm trying to fly with my head into trouble my mind's numb

I know I'm low, high hopes I focus my sights on

Divulge my soul I'm so hopeless in my thoughts

Before sky high beanstalks

Tied tongue sing low while I sweet talk

We walked a thin line between self destruct and detox

Cos these scars are deep enough to rob us of our freedom

• Artist:Sadistik
• Album:y For Paralysis (2011)