Death Boy Video (MV)

I'm just a dead boy

I'm just a dead boy

Lately I been curious I guess
Lately
Lately

I'm just a dead boy

Lately I been curious I guess
About what comes next
When we close our eyes
For the final time
Drift to infinite sleep
Where all boundaries release
Well do we create our own laws
Or is the afterlife ran
By some toad god?

Top of the butte
City's so loud
Watch the puffy white lines
Cuttin' through the purple sky
Javelins of clouds
Lately it's been hard to doubt
My existence
This purpose I haven't found
At least not yet
But still making me stressed
Will all this time
I spend on rhymes
Really give me a check?
Uh

But hold on a minute
Even if I didn't
Yeah I would still rip it
My mind keeps on itching
From wounds that need stitches
And I won't quit spitting
As long as I'm driven
Still try to be hittin'
That

Grabby choppy flow
You know?
The one that makes you hang
On words said before
And still sounds cold
For sho' now I

Reload, throw blows
Of lyricism
Lyrically achieving
What some others can't conceive in
Feel like I'm feastin' on this beat
Eatin' it up like a kid in a sweet-shop
Twizzlers, lollipops, & pop-rocks
Line's around the block
Bout to get clocked
For wasting my time
So speak up and talk to me
Before I rock your frame of mind
Yeah

But hold on a minute
Even if I didn't
Yeah I would still rip it
My mind keeps on itching
From wounds that need stitches
And I won't quit spitting
As long as I'm driven
Still try to be hittin'
That

The
Next level in my repertoire
Spinning like a magnetar
Making my words magnetic
Comparison to pathetic
Lyrics most have written
I try to be indifferent
But it hurts my ears when I listen
To corny lines
I've heard a million times before
"Chains are hanging from my neck"
And "I got a lot of whores"
"Sippin' lean trippin' out on the floor"
Huh
Sounds more like you're in store
For the rough, coarse
Escorted trip to the morgue
With postmortem
Sorted assortment
Of open pore sores
Now I'm bored and lack remorse
I'm forcing quarter by horse
Enforce medieval nord divorce
Endorse scores of Norse morse code
On your corpse in fourths
Rigid with rigor mortis
Ragged bones disjointed
I am disappointed

But hold on a minute
Even if I didn't
Yeah I would still rip it
My mind keeps on itching
From wounds that need stitches
And I won't quit spitting
As long as I'm driven
Still try to be

Hittin' your chest like a cigarette
Cancerous
Infest festering nests
Ingest the left side of your brain
Pests of pestilence contest your sanity
Expressed inanity of a purpose
Seeming nervous?
Let me show you what it's like to feel worthless

Now dim the lights close the curtains
Sit in the corner
With doubt in surround sound
On the border of a mental disorder
True self horror torture
From the former trauma
Pinata of warmer feelings
A cold winter greeting
To an empty house

No windows, low ceiling
Alice in chains
Down in the basement
What is it in life that you really chasin'?
Is it the fame, social embracing?
Or maybe the money so that you can be facing?
Like you're happy
Diffracting reality
Impacting your morality
Totality of mental duality
Erases normality
Sit and waste your mortality
Engrossed in malady

I'm just a dead boy

I'm just a dead boy

I'm just a dead boy

I'm just a dead boy

I'm just a dead boy

Still try to be hittin' that

I'm just a dead boy

Try to be hitting what?

I'm just a dead boy

I'm just a dead boy