Self-Injury Songs - Cage
Sittin' in my room with a razor blade
Thinkin' all my days are played as much as my single needs to fade away
Shoot myself in the arm and start bleedin'
Don't wanna go yet, stick a straw in my wound and taste my heart beatin'
Fuckin' bitch left me and I ain't even peaked yet
(Fuck all that noise, playboy, this leak's wet)
Smoke a bundle to the face, lace my brain and neurons
Carvin' all my downfalls into my fuckin' forearm
(Cage, snap out of this, it's just a girl)
It's just the world, it's just a life, it's just a rusty Rambo knife
wedged between my ribs, scratchin' my heart up tonight
I'm gonna pull this shit off in front of all my friends
Went swimmin' under the Brooklyn Bridge, tryin' to catch the bends
Didn't swim deep enough, my head imploded ten per cent
Floated to the surface, the paramedic's like, 'What's this stench?
I want everbody to back up, he's still alive'
I'm a suicidal failure, look, my life's a failure
I can't make it in rap, even my birth's an error
Do what I can to catch a quick death
But I'm meant to be here, and that's the fuckin' hell I live with
I'm a suicidal failure, look, my life's a failure
I can't make it in rap, even my birth's an error
Do what I can to catch a quick death
But I'm meant to be here, and that's the fuckin' hell I live with
Took the phone off the hook, ate multi-colored pills
Washed it down with Absolut and started writin' out my will
Give my dawg bootlegs, PS2, and DC
To my girl who left me when she said, 'Pick me or PCP'
Since I love to smoke, I thought it was a joke
Tried to hang myself and I fell free from the rope
Broke both my arms, my neck smashed my femur
Got up somehow and limped in front of a Beamer
Cracked my rib cage (Look what you did, Cage; you're dyin'!)
But I'm not dead yet; I'm still tryin'
Cut my wrist and walked past some Crips bleedin' red,
in hopes that I'd get shot in the fuckin' head
I'm a suicidal failure, look, my life's a failure
I can't make it in rap, even my birth's an error
Do what I can to catch a quick death
But I'm meant to be here, and that's the fuckin' hell I live with
I'm a suicidal failure, look, my life's a failure
I can't make it in rap, even my birth's an error
Do what I can to catch a quick death
But I'm meant to be here, and that's the fuckin' hell I live with
I drank a bottle of Jack, sniffed three bottles of kitty
in the middle of the freeway, walkin' to the city
So much PCP I changed my name to Watermouth
Pumpin' Masta Ace, I walked into a Jewish slaughtahouse
Threw myself on the hook (now that's the chorus)
Got split from my neck to my dick (now that's what poor is)
Hollow, man, look at all my danglin' parts
droppin' to the gutter with a piece of you in my heart
Little piece of shit that I couldn't fling from my chest
Should of stayed alive long enough to kill the fag you're with
But right now, my skin is gettin' stripped off
Each one of my limbs is ripped off, covered in thick sauce
My head hits the conveyer, I'm not thick, and a prayer is sick
I'm wacthin a movie at Loewe's, alone, and you suckin' some guy's dick
Six seconds left, when I die I'm gonna find her
on some Poltergeist shit while my face goes through the grinder
I'm a suicidal failure, look, my life's a failure
I can't make it in rap, even my birth's an error
Do what I can to catch a quick death
But I'm meant to be here, and that's the fuckin' hell I live with
I'm a suicidal failure, look, my life's a failure
I can't make it in rap, even my birth's an error
Do what I can to catch a quick death
But I'm meant to be here, and that's the fuckin' hell I live with
-11. A Suicidal Failure
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