Death is to familiar, I keep it at my side.
Life is nothing special I find solace in suicide.
Holstered at my hip, covered by a duster.
Heaven in my eyelids, devil on my shoulder.
Hold it in my clutches so nobody can see.
Have a date with two destinies
and
they both wanna **** me.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 8:10 AM UTC
Death is to familiar, I keep it at my side.
Life is nothing special I find solace in suicide.
Holstered at my hip, covered by a duster.
Heaven in my eyelids, devil on my shoulder.
Hold it in my clutches so nobody can see.
Have a date with two destinies
and
they both wanna **** me.
Transpose my homies
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