Hitting bedrock in my bedroom
Doom ahead, letting ******* led soon
Boom through my head shred, spread gloom
Fool enticed by his own admission
On a mission to set to fruition
Either nightmare or a dream
Not sure yet if he's **** or cream
But quick to jump on sucker who thinks he's lean.
Fleeing from battle that he seems to have been in.
He thinks he'***** his stride
Pridefuly say, that his opponents just die
Living in a dazzling, sugered up lie
Thinking on a fly about how not to cry
If somebody sly may notice and apply
The logic that he's shrine is not that divine.

Before the death has gripped me
I have not know what is - free
Gleefuly sprawled in the darkness to be
Seen, eating spleens of the fiends.

I leaned towards overthinking
With no real thinking to be done
all games and fun, untill I've pointed the gun
Shunned by society, I've been shunning myself
Thinking, success will lift off my stress
Regardles, I've failed to impress the press

This is the moment, Death has Gripped me
Cut me, ****** me and it struck me
I've been lucky, but a bit too cocky

I see no love in the deep web
Of useless cred, I've shed in the net.

Lying in the basement, poorly lit
Seeing the truth, Death Gripped.