Lyrics Cradle, Cross, Casket + Crown - Infinite Disease

Excuse for a life
Attempted strangulation from the inside
It never worked, what a sleaze
Get a grip
Dancing for nine months alone
Started from that degenerate spit
Just to prove I was destined
To be more talented than him
More talented than him, more talented than him
More talented than he, yuh
Fuck it

Who else but the Antichrist?
Nicknamed me evil eye
She stood a whopping five foot nine
So should've seen it coming since before that night
No self defense mechanism
Ducked Taekwondo lessons
Creeped up behind ya
When you were one short of the carpool-
Buddy, snatched your mace
Tied you up with laces
I just wanted to be the one
Who would rub lotion on your face...
(Don't space)
No phases
Instead cowering in small spaces
Left you beaten, scarred and tortured
Quick to quit putting up a fight
Now back for rebuttals
'N' for shits 'n' gigs called you my Rapunzel
Leaving you on silent mumbles
Mummified in the sands of concrete
Where the bees used to bumble
Neighbors had to cat...

Fuck yo FaceTime, do the crime pay the price
Balls deep in this case, pack up slack
Hoping not to fumble
Execute me now, save time for fucking tunnels, yea

Back where we started
Lucifer heard the parting
He said I had to wait 'cuz Sling Blade's on
And he ju-luh luh luh loves numbing Dolly Parton
Hell is being alone for a year in twenty foot apartments
Hell is being alone and having no one
To tell you that new show just started
Hell is living in your cranium too much
Because your life was doomed
Since before it even motherfucking started

It's all just a dream
Wake up and dream up anything
Majesties and royalties still not worth a cent to me
Money ain't the key
Happiness still ain't cheap
Can't remember days when I wasn't
Speaking to myself to this day
King of iso, put me in a box
I love it when they fight more
If this is a game, creator hurry it up, roll the die
I still ain't never knowing why
You had to make us start out as the blind folk
Maybe not expiring but forever be close to that nine-nine though
Since '99 though, not just nice though
Repo bitch's body, maaco
Looting vagrants, no 99 cent store
999 victims and I stared into their eyes as they died slow
Wait, look, who just pulled up...
-Let's start the show