Game Over

Well as luck would have it  
I got the short end of the stick  
It could be raining titties  
and I'd get hit with a dic  
I just broke my last cigarette  
and see someone done stole my red bic  
Ain't it sick how quick things slip  
Into the shadows of the abyss  
From this eclipse  
From a dub to G then a ball now a  
zip  
Never should've taken that last hit  
or that first sip  
or chopped and crossed  
That final little fine flat-line  
That intertwined into a bind  
Being confined behind the shine  
Becoming blind with no rewind  
Lost in my mind lost track of time  
Never to find the signs defined  
From this design that's so sublime  
It takes everything you got  
For just a dab of a little bit  
Left with nothing ain't that something  
And that's all you get  
Well as fate would have it  
If I was trying to hit a lick  
It could be raining fifties  
and I'd get hit with a brick  
I just bummed their last cigarette  
Then I kleptoed their little black bic  
Ain't it ridic how quick shyt flips  
From a trick so slick to nick the wick  
We inflict to clip the tip but split the rick  
As we restrict to predict it got thick  
With what conflicts with the script  
That contradicts  
Running up hill  
With the pigs the wolves and the weasels  
There's no reprieval from this wicked upheaval  
From the scandalous and murderous people  
With the necessary evil that's unbelievable  
Lions don't die of old age and sighing  
They die in the jaws of the young lion  
So titanicly gigantic  
A feeling frantically manic  
In a state of panic that's diabolically profantic  
Tasting blood from the splinters in my  
tongue  
Remains of winter and mud  
spun  
Under the dark sides of the  
sun  
Always idly standing by  
Until I choose to abuse and lose  
Becoming confused about all these  
Idiotic idols  
Thoughts of what's instore  
Becoming to be suicidal  
The longer that we ignore the more  
Thoughts become homicidal  
The rivals are rifling through  
And unraveling the answers to  
Unbridled truth unrivaled  
Found inside unopened bibles  
When you love it and you hate it  
Both at the same time  
They will love you and hate you  
Then you'll get left behind  
It grips you as it rips you  
As it strips you can't depart  
Lost In limbo as it sticks you  
You're always stuck at the start  
You will see sinners and you will see saints  
but you can't tell them apart  
Insane is the same as sane  
It's not for the faint of heart  
High stakes and heartbreaks  
Is all you'll ever contemplate  
Mistakes and heartaches  
Now initiate your faithless fate  
and when you break there is no brakes  
Now no one can relate it's too dam late  
What resonates from this hellscape  
Will check and dictate all checkmates  
But is it really fate  
To be found here in this state of being fake  
When methodically over and over  
You let it all out to infiltrate  
Also it was you who did inflate  
To complicate and detonate  
Under this weight to desecrate  
Then manipulate  
With no escape  
You did create and escalate this  
To deflate then isolate  
My mind inside of my head  
Is becoming to be uninhabitable.  
The memories that I recall  
are so creatively unimaginable  
The things that I've seen can't be unseen  
They are obscenely unfathomable  
Stifling screams as my demons daydream  
With detail that's so rod dam black magical  
Everything got tossed to the way side  
In a way that was tragic and radical  
It's much too much to ever add up  
The measure of loss is incalculable  
The cost of what's been lost   
Truly dearly is clearly invaluable  
You'll be hoping you'll be praying you'll be wishing  
To have the life that you had before  
All this lifeless superstition  
You had the intuition but you didn't listen  
Now nevermind reminiscing with your memory in remission  
With the visions and suspicions  
Always feels like there's something missing  
and the size of these Incisions  
That was left by your decisions  
You'll remember with precision  
When it all comes to fruition  
Underscored kept behind the door  
On the floor beside the whore and the magician  
It's subtraction by addition  
In addition to division  
Nothing can be restored  
In this war of malnutrition  
From this attrition  
Like many others before  
Against their own admission  
Failed in this hell  
and they tapped out in submission  
Well as luck would have it  
There's only three leaves on my clover  
It could be raining down kisses  
and I'd get hit by bulldozers  
When it begun  
Becoming done come undone  
Before It even starts  
                                      it's game over