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 if 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  
 and 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 predict to restrict  
 With what conflicts then contradict  
 Running up hill  
 With the pigs and the wolves and the weasels  
 With no reprieval from this wicked upheaval  
 With the scandalous and murderous people  
 With the necessary evil so unbelievable  
 Lions don't die of old age and sighing  
 They die in the jaws of the young lion  
 It's titanicly gigantic  
 Feeling frantically manic  
 In a panic that's diabolically profantic  
 Tasting blood from splinters in my tongue  
 Remains of winter enter  
 From the dark sides of the sun  
 Always idling until I choose to abuse  
 and lose to be 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  
 The unraveling answers to  
 The unbridled truth that's unrivaled  
 and inside unopened bibles  
 When you love it and you hate it  
 Both at the same time  
 They will love you and they will hate you  
 Then you'll be 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 still 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  
 How clever they instigate  
 Mistakes and heartaches will initiate your fate  
 and when you break it will not brake  
 Now no one can relate it's way too 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 them out to infiltrate  
 Also it was you who did inflate and detonate under this weight to desecrate  
 To manipulate with no escape you did create  
 and escalate this to deflate then isolate  
 My mind inside of my head has become to be quite uninhabitable  
 The memories that I recall are so creatively unimaginable  
 The obscene things I've seen can't be unseen                
they are unforgettably unfathomable  
 Bursting seams stifle screams  
 As my demons dream  
 In 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 lost truly dearly is clearly invaluable  
 Under one condition you'll remember your intuition as it all comes to fruition  
 You'll be hoping you'll be praying you'll be wishing  
 To go back to the life you had before this lifeless superstition  
 Underscored kept behind the door on the floor beside the whore and the magician  
 Under these conditions in this piss poor disposition Can't be restored from this attrition in this war of malnutrition  
 Like many others before against their own admission Failed in this hell and they tapped out in submission  
Well as luck would have there's only three leaves on my clover  
 It could be raining kisses and I'd get hit by a bulldozer When it begun becoming done come undone  
 Before it even starts it's game over