My demons write the nightmares, My conscience holds the pen

[INTRO]

Ayy... heh-heh...
Look at this motherfucker.
Praying with his hands together...
Knowing what the fuck's inside his head.

You ain't gotta introduce me, bitch.
I been here the whole damn time.

[VERSE 1]

Mud on my boots, got a devil in the passenger,
Oxy had me talking to a chemical ambassador.
Pill-bottle gospel, fucking plastic little pastor,
Promised me a heaven, sent the invoice for disaster.

Suboxone in my past, still got ghosts in the prescription,
Every high came with a low and every low came with interest.
Cigarette smoke, cold coffee, midnight confession,
Got a fucking haunted head with a permanent recession.

Scalpel in my syntax, slit the silence, split the sentence,
Every bar's another cell, my mind's a life-long sentence.
Sick thoughts, six locks, padlocked mental sickness,
Crossed a thousand lines in thought, ain't crossed 'em into existence.

Aww, look at the cowboy with his fucking moral compass,
Got a Bible full of answers and a skull full of disgust.
You can whisper to a thousand-pound animal and calm it,
But you can't shut me the fuck up when I'm talking in your conscience.

[VERSE 2]

Click-clack, pitch-black, sick in the synapse,
Lip smack, wrist tap, watch the fucking time lapse.
Lust-drunk, mud-stuck, twisted little thought trap,
Six feet inside your mind, still got a fucking comeback.

Penitence, penitentiary, pen inside the pen,
Writing dirty little nightmares till you read 'em back again.
I'm the itch beneath your innocence, the hiss beneath your hymn,
I'm the bastard at the window asking why you won't let him in.

Got a vice for every virtue, got a curse for every prayer,
Got a thousand ugly pictures that you wish weren't fucking there.
I'm the filth inside the filter, I'm the static in the signal,
I'm the shadow of a thought that turns a whisper into ritual.

Shut the fuck up.

Why?
Afraid they'll hear what you're thinking?

[HOOK]

My demons write the nightmares,
My conscience holds the pen.
Got a graveyard in my cranium,
They keep digging up the dead.

Every sin's a conversation,
Every vice wants back in.
Got the devil at the gate,
And the bastard knows my name.

[VERSE 3]

Ayy...

I seen heaven in a horse's eyes, hell in a chemical,
Lost dreams, dead schemes, everything's collateral.
Sick of being sentimental, sick of fucking being miserable,
Got a mind like a crime scene, nothing there is physical.

Midnight, dim light, something in the mirror grinning,
Can't tell if it's a nightmare or the motherfucker winning.
Got a tongue full of venom, got a skull full of static,
And a monster selling chaos like a fucking automatic habit.

[DOUBLE-TIME]

Analytical, cynical, chemically critical,
Biblical hypocrite, mentally divisible,
Syllable criminal, sinister subliminal,
Every dirty thought gets a fucking cross-examination.

Pen in a pen, penned in, penitent,
Talking to my shadow like a hostile witness.
No judge, no jury, just a brain full of evidence,
A thought ain't a crime, but the bastard's got persistence.

Remember that horse?
Remember walking away?
Remember every promise
You couldn't afford to keep?

...Yeah.

That's my favorite fucking memory.

[VERSE 4]

Motherfucker, you mistake regret for permission,
Take a wound, make a weapon, call the pain ammunition.
You got a thousand sick fantasies begging for attention,
I got two hands on the reins and a lifetime of decisions.

You can feed me every nightmare, make the darkness look delicious,
Turn a daydream into filth, make a prayer sound malicious.
But I know the fucking difference between a thought and a conviction,
Between an ugly apparition and a conscious contradiction.

You still need me.

Maybe I fucking do.

Then who the fuck's the prisoner?

Which side of the gate are you on?

[FINAL HOOK]

My demons write the nightmares,
My conscience holds the pen.
Every bar's another prison,
Every page lets something in.

Got a graveyard in my cranium,
Got a preacher in my skin.
I don't gotta kill the monster,
I just can't let the fucker win.

[OUTRO]

Heh...
You still think you're the good guy?

Never said I was.

Then what the fuck are you?

The one holding the reins.

...For now.

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[INTRO] Ayy... heh-heh... Look at this motherfucker. Praying with his hands together... Knowing what the fuck's inside his head. You ain't gotta introduce me, bitch. I been here the whole damn time. [VERSE 1] Mud on my boots, got a devil in the passenger, Oxy had me talking to a chemical ambassador. Pill-bottle gospel, fucking plastic little pastor, Promised me a heaven, sent the invoice for disaster. Suboxone in my past, still got ghosts in the prescription, Every high came with a low and every low came with interest. Cigarette smoke, cold coffee, midnight confession, Got a fucking haunted head with a permanent recession. Scalpel in my syntax, slit the silence, split the sentence, Every bar's another cell, my mind's a life-long sentence. Sick thoughts, six locks, padlocked mental sickness, Crossed a thousand lines in thought, ain't crossed 'em into existence. Aww, look at the cowboy with his fucking moral compass, Got a Bible full of answers and a skull full of disgust. You can whisper to a thousand-pound animal and calm it, But you can't shut me the fuck up when I'm talking in your conscience. [VERSE 2] Click-clack, pitch-black, sick in the synapse, Lip smack, wrist tap, watch the fucking time lapse. Lust-drunk, mud-stuck, twisted little thought trap, Six feet inside your mind, still got a fucking comeback. Penitence, penitentiary, pen inside the pen, Writing dirty little nightmares till you read 'em back again. I'm the itch beneath your innocence, the hiss beneath your hymn, I'm the bastard at the window asking why you won't let him in. Got a vice for every virtue, got a curse for every prayer, Got a thousand ugly pictures that you wish weren't fucking there. I'm the filth inside the filter, I'm the static in the signal, I'm the shadow of a thought that turns a whisper into ritual. Shut the fuck up. Why? Afraid they'll hear what you're thinking? [HOOK] My demons write the nightmares, My conscience holds the pen. Got a graveyard in my cranium, They keep digging up the dead. Every sin's a conversation, Every vice wants back in. Got the devil at the gate, And the bastard knows my name. [VERSE 3] Ayy... I seen heaven in a horse's eyes, hell in a chemical, Lost dreams, dead schemes, everything's collateral. Sick of being sentimental, sick of fucking being miserable, Got a mind like a crime scene, nothing there is physical. Midnight, dim light, something in the mirror grinning, Can't tell if it's a nightmare or the motherfucker winning. Got a tongue full of venom, got a skull full of static, And a monster selling chaos like a fucking automatic habit. [DOUBLE-TIME] Analytical, cynical, chemically critical, Biblical hypocrite, mentally divisible, Syllable criminal, sinister subliminal, Every dirty thought gets a fucking cross-examination. Pen in a pen, penned in, penitent, Talking to my shadow like a hostile witness. No judge, no jury, just a brain full of evidence, A thought ain't a crime, but the bastard's got persistence. Remember that horse? Remember walking away? Remember every promise You couldn't afford to keep? ...Yeah. That's my favorite fucking memory. [VERSE 4] Motherfucker, you mistake regret for permission, Take a wound, make a weapon, call the pain ammunition. You got a thousand sick fantasies begging for attention, I got two hands on the reins and a lifetime of decisions. You can feed me every nightmare, make the darkness look delicious, Turn a daydream into filth, make a prayer sound malicious. But I know the fucking difference between a thought and a conviction, Between an ugly apparition and a conscious contradiction. You still need me. Maybe I fucking do. Then who the fuck's the prisoner? Which side of the gate are you on? [FINAL HOOK] My demons write the nightmares, My conscience holds the pen. Every bar's another prison, Every page lets something in. Got a graveyard in my cranium, Got a preacher in my skin. I don't gotta kill the monster, I just can't let the fucker win. [OUTRO] Heh... You still think you're the good guy? Never said I was. Then what the fuck are you? The one holding the reins. ...For now.

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