[Regulator]

I would never have imagined by 45.. a stack of suicide notes would be this organized.
Because life was a clusterfuck before the lies, to me every word I saw was warning signs,
That left me borderline, I couldn't even follow the storyline of my own boring life.
The origin of what led me toward the knife, a mile in my shoes will render you mortified.

A smile I refuse, what I choose to prioritize, that’s the reason I stand on a burning stage.
The bird of prey was every word or phrase I stumbled upon after I turned the page,
Because I thought the finale was worth the wait, an ending bitter sweet like purple haze.
From a victory to an early grave, my misery will continue to circulate at the pearly gates.

I learned not to judge a book by its cover, what about the death notes that stack high.
Shit I’m dead broke from last time, especially after receipts exposed the black eye.
The wedding chapel is the only place I want to be where the dress code is black ties.
Where you drown after you step in battle, the drama is just an echo from back slides.

A Lot of shit is left unraveled, ashes were left behind, then we saw the smoking heads.
Navigating life’s like walking over grave sights, think how many times we woke the dead,
Trying to put the skeletal remains back together, like bones where woven threads.
Maybe that’s how you can sew every hole that’s left, until they reopen, it’s no regret.

Opponents? Next..

For most people this book was hard to open, guarded until someone broke the seal.
Promoting death is what I became known for, it’s like necromancy was the chosen field.
You would find a dead body revolting, that's how I keep focus, for me it’s a frozen meal.
These letters are overwhelming, just looking for a signature spot, to close the deal.


"Because if I had the balls to blow my brains out, I should be able to put my name on it"