Mrtlty (feat. Dylan McNab) Video (MV)

A world growing colder
Still cant seem to rest in peace
Demons on my shoulder
The angels cant rescue me
You listen don't say a word
For your voice they capture the
The sin so seductive please Release me for all it worth

This is the very last time I wanna feel like this
Searching the bottom of bottles just for a moment of bliss
Hurting my problems to solve em, but still i feel like this
My life feel at risk
Might have to steal my fix
And fill the seal with wicked wheel
We lived it
But tell me why God why it gotta be like this
At least I feel my wrists
Ideal supply consist
The opiet and the blitz
Falling in the abyss
And then lights go out
Crushing bags, Pacqiuo
Blowing loud, trumpet sounds
Stomping on the line, but ain't no outta bounds
So many shots fired
We never outta rounds
Adding pounds
Till the will grow tired and come falling down
You only stalling now
Vices calling out
You can choose to fight or delight in the fruit forbidden now
You only bit in now
Chew it never spit out
Let it fill your mouth
Till you feel it start to utter out

I cant get it right
I can only do wrong
I give into sin to make me feel strong
My mind feels shaken
Im stumbling around
I cant escape this deathly feeling now
Consumed by the weight
Of the pain and regret
I fill my life with things to forget
Washed away from the path of the truth and light
My God help me get this right

I watch my goblet as it runneth over
So who the rover
Who gon' tell the world we taking over
The soul a soldier
Who's been sold so we never sober
So point me in the direction of my next anti-depressant
Pressing thoughts got me distressing
But the rock got me digressing
Discretion sold like concessions
Confessing regret the seconds
The session contest the blessings
Obsessing forget the lessons
Im destined to mess intestines With this lethal possession
But here's the question.
How do I prevent the pain that I feel festering
Cant remember how long must of been
Way before I fell in love
Or before I met the drug
But can't make it four days before I need the plug
So much more ain't what my life become
What has my life become?
Bottles of that rum
Bass to kick the drum
Taste of cane on the tip of tongue
Least my face is numb
Cant explain where blood come from
Oh my God what have I done