I'm searching for company,
My soul wreaks the lethargy,
Probably empathy, probably apathy,
Hate my mind with the questioning,
Walking alone, smoking blunts on the road,
Just heading to the ghostly coast,
Friends just wanted to give me a toast,
Feelings burned, yea they getting roast,
Wounds I have seem to boast,
My name's Sandy and they hate me the most,
Probably because I just the tiring host,
I smoke all of my pain, I'm just the ghost,
Corona, people diagnosed,
****, Djinn and 'em beans for the dose,
Suicide, a persona that I post,
Spent shell in the dirt with the stain on the note,
The red wine running down, making the crimson coat,
I'm just the depressing quote that everybody knows,
Brains on the earth just seems gross,
My deed for death probably engrossed,
Throat gushing red with the sword,
Pistol whipped, riposte,
Death sentence for my vote,
My life just been the revolt,
Never really what I hoped,
Hate is what they can promote,
The incisions on my arms for denote,
These drugs that I take just set me afloat,
In the stars rowing in my dream boat,
Because I am the one they like to provoke,
Just went for the M1911, the Colt,
Cocked to unsafe I set the bolt,
Trigger happy from the jolt, the fiends choking from the volt,
Wetting them up with the copper, they all are getting soaked,
Right at Heaven's Gate they all got revoked,
Hell is where Cerberus, the 3 headed dog evokes,
Teared into shreds, the screams as they loathe,
Red flagged already I know,
Left unseen and living in the combs,
I've been the lick everybody ignores,
I'm okay I was born on the sandy shores,
People take what I say as a joke,
And I smoked all the green,
The cup filled with the dope as I gloat and I float as I try to cope,
With the mess that cause the smote and I was coaxed,
Tied the rope because I'm a dolt,
I was scoped, dome blown before the noose busted my throat,
In the time like the retro, death metro, the mesto, depresso and soaked in the petrol and ignite me.