nothing really matters in the end
natural causes or a hatchet to the neck
that's unless you believe that when you die the faster you ascend
to a heaven you imagine in your head
I bet it feels nice 'til I shatter yet again
your belief in the bible and the passages you've read
passionate to death with disasterous intent
I'm convinced that the entire planet is possessed
fuck trying to sleep, rather when I'm dead
me with a mic is like a mechanic with a wrench
with the shock value of Thor, hammer is the pen
bring the end of the world only to ration what is left
rapper in the flesh, evil yet compassionate as heck
either hugs or a dagger to your flesh
laughter is pretend, quiet for the actor on the set
nothing really matters in the end