The Devils Work. pt 1

[Geno]

Always heard shit in my head, sick with intent
from voices that I didn't expect, they left different effects
an image of death, a torso trimmed of its head
its vivd -intense, type of things normal kids didn't invent
I live in the depths of my own bottomless pit
where problems exist,pockets are thin
slim, where dollars and cents aren't as common as lint
hoppin the fence, stressed
hopin the grass greener when its probably dead
and I'm possibly next -been starvin for days
lost in the maze, another mouse karma contains
in this apartment of pain, dog -its insane
bouncin off the walls until my cartiledge breaks
the devil keeps calling me names -driving me nuts
time to get drunk, crunk
these homicidal thoughts aren't grimey enough
I'm do or die in the clutch, buzzed
by-standers screaming stop -as if I give a fuck
why be a punk -I go harder than nails
pale, not a part of me's frail
lost in the trails, of this fucked up life I spent part of in jail
hearts been impailed, it dripped
now its gone with the wind, stripped
And ill never love another bitch for as long as I live..


Pt 2 later.