(Hook)
The truth will destroy you
What’s love, if not loyal?
What lust, if you’re spoiled?
What’s struggle, if plush?
Abused and recoiled
Refuse to be foiled
By fools and some voyeurs
By lovers and runts
Suffer through ploys
On the hunt for new joy
You know nothing new, boy
I don’t fuck with you cunts
Troubled, I juggle these cartons of drugs
To sharpen my heart
And to harvest new love

(Verse 1)
Break bread with my demons every season
I’ve been contemplating leaving
I could never my mind up
Towards thе terror staring at me, my eyеs shut
Tortured by lovers with lust that comprised of
New clutches, up and under, fucking my pride up
Another counterfeit bitch I got tied up with
Can’t encounter this shit without vile luck
Times up, fuck it
Let me rise up
If word is bond
Then I’ll tie these flows tight like a rope
I’m on a host of pills
Like I’m just supposed to feel calm
You know the deal
All the shit I ever wrotes too real
Switching rhythms
Killing hopes, revealing my inhibitions may evoke appeal
Living like I’m just a ghost, I chill
Bitch, I’m grown, I feel
Down to be goat
Ideally don’t ever choke
Compose flows to cope and heal
4 beats in a bar, 4 chambers in a heart
4 days, no sleep
I was dreaming of the stars
Troubled days, I was drained
It was raining in my heart
No restraint from carving another scar
Switchblades, an inch away to inflict pain
Shades in the dark, I can’t ever think straight
When the pain sparks
The sick traits of my heart thats been caged falls to a grim state
On the fringe of my sin, I’m convinced when I meet ‘em
That they don’t like me, but, I don’t like me either
No time to spite or greet ‘em
Might as well fight the feeling
Take flight and leave them because I don’t like to see ‘em
Hope I never need ‘em again
(Hook)
The truth will destroy you
What’s love, if not loyal?
What lust, if you’re spoiled?
What’s struggle, if plush?
Abused and recoiled
Refuse to be foiled
By fools and some voyeurs
By lovers and runts
Suffer through ploys
On the hunt for new joy
You know nothing new, boy
I don’t fuck with you cunts
Troubled, I juggle these cartons of drugs
To sharpen my heart
And to harvest new love
The truth will destroy you
What’s love, if not loyal?
What lust, if you’re spoiled?
What’s struggle, if plush?
Abused and recoiled
Refuse to be foiled
By fools and some voyeurs
By lovers and runts
Suffer through ploys
On the hunt for new joy
You know nothing new, boy
I don’t fuck with you cunts
Troubled, I juggle these cartons of drugs
To sharpen my heart
And to harvest new love
(I can’t let it go, I can’t let it go, I can’t let it go)

(Outro)
I can’t let it go
She already knows
I’m already cold
She’s already gone
I can’t let it go
She already knows
I’m already cold
She’s already gone
She’s already gone
She’s already gone
She’s already gone
She’s already gone
I can’t let it go
She already knows
I’m already cold
She’s already gone