IMPERFECT

My way
My way or the highway baby
Stop looking at me sideways maybe
One day we can be free

You're so sweet to me
Like a peach tree

My days
Going stupid eyes ache burning
From staring at the sun not learning
Please incinerate me

I hope that Jesus Christ doesn't hate me

Why me
Why my mind a runaway train
That can't seem to fix anything
Pain seep into my brain, see

See the sky it crying when it rain, we
Don't know what we got until it fade, be
Proud of what you do, do it insanely

Hold my hand
Hold me closer
Do you stand
On billboards and posters
I'm a man
With a hand on my holster
Yeah

Watch the moments pass you
Watch the moments pass you by
Can't afford to match you
I'm low on cash, help me survive
Why the rich got mass supplies
For when the Antichrist arrives
Arises from the hell inside
Where all the evil fell and writhes
Why I wake up waste my time
When all the rhymes inside my mind
Alive, alive, alive, alive...

Why I give a fuck about these people that don't care about me
The internet is such a bitch it tear the hair up out me
I wanna die I lie in bed don't know my whereabouts he
Appear to me
I fear his image taking
Over over
Where's the finish making
Mad mistakes I peer the fakes are wasting
All their seconds
All they recon making
Money power better
I just want my grandmother's cooking and a sweater
Some times I can't stand them looking at my tether
The thing that keep me grounded
It sounded soft
Like a mountain of cloth
Or the crown of a sloth

My way
My way or the highway baby
Stop looking at me sideways maybe
One day we can be free

You're so sweet to me
Like a peach tree

My days
Going stupid eyes ache burning
From staring at the sun not learning
Please incinerate me

I hope that Jesus Christ doesn't hate me