Sad the Impaler - Sadistik

Devils sing when I go to sleep, enemies know it’s open season

Cook dope for the dopamine, let 'em sleep in their coma kingdom

Devils sing when I go to sleep, enemies know it’s open season

Cook dope for the dopamine, let 'em sleep in their coma kingdom

Prxz

Gin$eng

I got a knife in my pocket, wanna meet it?

I can paint it with some blood, wanna see it?

I go abstract expressionism, looking like The Exorcist

I bet their heads’ll spin indefinitely like the devil’s in 'em

Get sliced till the gills in place

Inside, I’m like Gilles de Rais

It’s night, I don’t feel day rays, get high

I can’t feel my face, watch me fill these graves

I am Sad the Impaler

In a forest of my past selves chanting my name

While these people wave goodbye, always fanning the flame

Looking peaceful but inside’s only acidic rain

Like it was cortisol

Endorphins pumping through my corazon

A war’s at home so I score it like it’s Morricone

The more I go in crowds, the more I grow agoraphobe

I know the more I glow up, now the more I know I’m so alone

I could torch your home whenever I’m in horror mode

A morbid, tortured soul leaving blood on the interstate

Doing drugs off a dinner plate till I drift away

And say Au Revoir, I swallow pain like Ouroboros

Dead cops in my daydreams lately

They get shot when they make me angry

Cement blocks if you step to me

Come get lost in the entropy, rest in peace

Devils sing when I go to sleep, enemies know it’s open season

Cook dope for the dopamine, let 'em sleep in their coma kingdom

Devils sing when I go to sleep, enemies know it’s open season

Cook dope for the dopamine, let 'em sleep in their coma kingdom