Rare

Heart race stand in place with the blade in your hand
Cold case cold veins make you less of a man
Full hate full face makes you less in demand
Glock case full rage gun scraping your hand

Thoughts scraping your mind give it scars make it fear the unknown
Make it travel the world as the love leaves your home
As your heart tours the scars
Cause your sins cover up through the light of the stars
Lack of light? Cause it’s dark

Sweaty palms cause you thought you heard voices but maybe they’re just in your hеad
Wishing that you were dead
Wishing that your thoughts wеre the ones being well-fed
By the lies saying you’re not depressed

Ima run right back twenty minutes never more for you
Skin kept scores for you
Heart holds swords for you

Mind and heart failing I’d adore for you
Wishing I had more for you
Wishing I had more for you

Bloody nails
Bloody teeth
Black gloves
White sheets
Low cut
Clean cut
As you’re lurking the streets
Cars fly
Hitchhike
Drive a mile in denial
Bout the crazy look in your eye
10 west of the Nile
Tempt test-
Pressure pest
From your pile
See your target alone at the end of an aisle
To yourself, you think “now”
To himself, he thinks “Wow
Thats a girl that I'd want in my crowd”

Mouth covered up as she tied back in sheets
As he untied her wrist made a task she’d complete
As he tied his own knot see his eyes just a glare
Told her to count to three then to tug on his chair

His body it swung and it flew with a clunk
She couldn’t keep watching she spit up his lunch
She screamed at him begged him to breathe just this once
Now she knows how it felt in his mind all them months