Once I'm dead
There will be no lack of pious hands to throw me over the railing
My grave will be the fathomless air
My body will sink endlessly and decay and dissolve
In the wind generated by the fall
Which is infinite
For him-
You-
Baby-
All I-
You-
For him-
You-
Baby-
All I-
You- (Woah)
For him- (Ah)
You-
Baby-
All I-
You-
(Say)
For him-
You- (Ow)
Baby-
All I-
You-
In the Library of Babel
All this suffer can enable
Take the weapons on the table
So I can throw you off the edge
Over mentally unstable
I forgot to take my meds
I said a blessing, laid my head
While I embrace my future death
No stress
I greet the fakest of grins
I face the hatred within
The letters on the page
They started to spin
And I'll forget the ones before me
And the friends that still ignore me
Had to find some more knowledge
Started climbing again
I woke up and know exactly the room
I'm black tactical doom
So tell your wife you're coming back to her soon
I'm tryna wave through the pages from the ones that exist
I wrote the verse while I was taking a piss
Say