Save Yourself lyrics

I might be dying sooner when I fight these nightly tumors

I assume it's likely to in times in spite my dicey psyche

You know the drill, bite me. Screwdrivers to get me railed

Until I'm hammered enough to fall asleep on beds of nails

So take that hacksaw and saw this hack into a thousand pieces

Put it in your mouth and teeth it, chew it 'til it's ground between 'em

Drain my blood and use it when you write a page

Describe the taste and tell me if I'm truly worth the ground I sleep in

It's the semi-psychotic Henny and vodka mix

With some Remy Martin and a medley of monster flicks

I'm on a mission for the ending of all of this

I'm contradictive, full of empty intoxicants

I'm a desperate, desolate mess of skeletons

Who second guesses questions, intentions when all the messages

Mix and sections of skin are left dissecting your ribs, infected

With pestilent hexes that exorcists fix, so check it

I got two bad hands and still built this house of cards

Just an average Jack up in the Club who thinks he found a Heart

But I don't go to clubs and don't believe in love

Or holding hearts in grips unless this fist is into which it's bleeding from

It's bleeding from, it's bleeding from, it's bleeding from

I look into the bleeding sun and whisper with my bleeding tongue

All my poems are telling that the bleeding's fun

Until this carcass reaches heartless, telling me the bleeding's done

After birth, there's just afterbirth

And after that's the aftermath and consequences

'Cause after life there's nothing that's after death

And after death there's no afterlife

And you'll agree that eulogies and afterwords

Are'words, after birth from aftershocks

And afternoons of afterthoughts

So after you, I'll follow you to Acheron

And after all, while you can't just save yourself

From this place in Hell I'll say farewell until the sun decays

With eyes open hoping nowhere nosy poachers dug our graves

The silence is talking, walk-in, we've all been in coffins

Hostage to cautious responses, solemn and lost in the nonsense

Often I follow my conscience, bottle and swallow my problems

Wallow in hollow with processes, toxic hostile menages

It's just another itchy finger that I know expects to pull it

And I'm in the line of fire every time you're sweating bullets

Because (these nights) it's getting harder now to go to (sleep tight)

When everything is haunting me

Until I take my heart and squeeze it 'til the bleeding stops

(Speak to God), but I'd rather go and (reach the stars)

So I could pluck one out the sky to navigate inside this shallow grave

If I can't find my way back home

Know that I'm safe in these catacombs

I stand alone in the window with the casket closed

And latch to hold the stack of bones

Yeah this ship is on the path I roam, but that's just home

• Artist:Sadistik
• Album:The Art Of Dying (2010)