Rut

Runnin' in circles I'm stuck in a rut Need me somebody that bites when we fuck Luck, something that I'm giving up I love the taste of the rust Runnin' in - Runnin' in circles I'm stuck in a rut Need me somebody that bites when we fuck Luck, something that I'm giving up I love the taste of the rust Holiest holiest way out a nine to my temple Pop my head open yeah just like a pimple Simple, ego go right out the window Sprint to the reaper ain't got much to fear though Dyin', I can not wait 'till I try it Probably by suicide nah I be lyin' Pain, I can not really deny it Love all the misery, all of the triumph Fuck that Man I'm in a rough patch I just want my soul back Or dare I say my neck snapped Man fuck that Man I'm in a rough patch I just want my soul back Or dare I say my neck snapped Alone Catch me be hanging a hammock with panic in tandem with manic depression Hear my confession Consciousness really infestin' our brains and our minds keep on guessin' Live and you die the eternal lesson All of this suffering endlessly blessing All of us feel like we're cursed Our time on this Earth Ends with us in a damn urn or a hearse We are all here cause of primal disease We fuck and we fight every season we breed We feel like we're needed our ego so greedy conceited I'm blinded by what I can't see Hand on my neck can you squeeze Bring me to my fucking knees oh geez I can not bandage this Masochistic with advantages Fallin' in love with the damages (We are all here cause of primal disease) We fuck and we fight every season we breed We feel like we're needed (We're not) our ego so greedy conceited I'm blinded by what I can't see Hand on my neck can you squeeze Bring me to my fucking knees oh geez I can not bandage this Masochistic with advantages Fallin' in love with the damages