Among The Sleep Lyrics

Among The Sleep lyrics

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I'm seconds from meeting with the minds berg had to offer

And feed my thoughts to Christ to the altar

I wake up on a red floor

Axing a dead whore

My dick chewed up, why I let this bitch give me head for?

Pigs tryin' ta kick down the door, I'm out for me

Opened the sliding glass door and hopped off the balcony

Fell 30 flights to ? on 10th Av.

Landed on a FedEx-disguised meth lab

And after it blew up

I woke up and threw up

Stuck my hand in my pants, my shit ain't chewed up

Wiped the puke from my face

Then leaved this place

With a 4-5 in the waist

At an elitist pace

No breeding space

I step out and show face

Within 3 minutes I'm approached for H

Then a shotgun to neck, now loose the weapon

And my scull fragments painted the sky for seconds

 

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Back to my brain like my brain is a home

While I roll with the fame I still aim at the throne

All my peers all sleep and I'm the only one not weak

Or am I unconscious dreaming I'm making a speech

Is this reality or my memory getting milage

Am I staring at the sun or blood vessels in my eyelids

Do I make music or is music making me

Is this really all death or just my awakening

 

I pick my head up, with a face full of drool

Look around the classroom, now I'm some geek in high school

Get fucked with in the hallway and can't do shit

But write names on bullets and fill a few clips

No need for rags and vodka, got a locker

With enough fire-power to war with helicopters

First click to pass, I'm clicking to release

Each adolescent fist holding 4 police killers

And I ain't paying for the clips I'm spendin'

When I shoot up the crowd like a ? convention

Feds storm the building for the sick boy with balls

Made of steel, put shit through toilet stalls

See my teachers dead through holes in the door

And alerted the cops outside, holdin' the floor

I exit the bathroom, enter a vet parade

Getting shot the fuck up but smoke some pigs on the way

 

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I open up my eyes to get cracked in the face

Six times, while I'm asked for combos to a safe

My wife on the couch, dying, raped, in shock

While the gunmen argue on where to take the Yacht

Assuming I'm rich

Playboy bitch

My own boat

And if I don't start speaking I'ma loose my throat

They start chumming the water with my dead hoe and laugh

Force me to see great whites snapped on the lower half

Locked off my arm, do it in, no guns to shoot

Think of 3 past deaths and find an escape route

All I have to do is wake up, lift the mast

And get shot off the boat and my back to get whipped in half

I wake up screamin'

With a shotgun in church, feenin'

To kill myself, but I don't know if I'm still dreamin'

50-50 chance I'ma die and go straight up

Or straight to hell, either fuckin' way I'ma wake up!