Go Kill Time

This Isn't personal, But Its honest

 Its worse than you know

  An I cant stop this ( I cant)

These black mountains 

 Cross and clash on the back of my hands

  My eyes appear to be a midnight beach

   A look in the mirror and I begin to sink

Words freeze somewhere

between the throat and teeth

   A lack of balance from the pinky to

the feet

All I seem to say is

"Go Kill Time"

And God Oh Oh 

God called in sick, sick, sick 

[But you know he's down on some b***h]

There's something wrong, Something Wrong!

Is there a clot in my veins or life?

My body's so sore,

lost and tired

    Blinded by the light... couldn't make a choice