Tampered Rope from Rehabilitation by FiveSidedDice

Never thought
That it would come to this
But did you just bid farewell
With an ice cold kiss
To everyone and everything
That I knew throughout your life,
The most gut-wrenching and painful
Of all goodbyes.

In an abnormal world
Where normality begins at death,
You just hope you don’t choke
On your last final breath,
So you I can say one last fuck you
To all the people that have tried to
Bring others down in every single way
And they talk shit behind your back, they say
That you’ll never get better anyway,
Fucking little bitch, say that shit to my face.

I’m moving forward,
Leaving your ass behind,
Get lost and gimmie my piece of mind,
Self love and self care aint no crime.
Got no time for your bullshit,
I’m looking after mine.

I fell into a black hole,
And down here it’s peaceful and quiet.
You’re selling tampered rope,
Bullshit is all I hear,
I won’t fucking buy it,
And I know your games you play,
Bullshit, liar, two faced,
And I know those things you do;
No one is true.

Everyone is out to get you,
its true,
So the only motherfucker
that you can trust is you.
The truth hurts
And reality burns,
So every scar
Becomes a new lesson learned.

Now I don’t wanna go around
Repeating myself to these kids,
just go get your shit together
Like I did,
Or perhaps go (and) find
Some sort of purpose in life,
Instead of revolving your existence
Around mine.

People will lie, steal, cheat,
And betray you
Until nothing is left
But that bottle beside you.
One day it will be your last sip,
Pick the gun up,
Load one in the clip.

Perhaps then in death
You will see,
that this world
Has no fucking mercy,
But I guess
You knew that already,
Your brains painted the walls
Like mosaics and confetti.

I fell into a black hole,
And down here it’s peaceful and quiet.
You’re selling tampered rope,
Bullshit is all I hear,
I won’t fucking buy it,
And I know your games you play,
I’ll smash your poker face,
I’ll tear the mask off you,
No one is true.

(Fake ass. Liar. Fake ass. You lie.)

I fell into a black hole,
And down here it’s peaceful and quiet.
You’re selling tampered rope,
Bullshit is all I hear,
I won’t fucking buy it,
And I know your games you play,
I’ll smash your poker face,
And I know the things you do;
No one is true.

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