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crimzon ink - days numbered lyrics

[hook]
days numbered, time’s running out
my brain’s crumbled, i need to sort something out
soul-searching, rumaging, wondering
why the f-ck do i keep on stombling?

[verse 1]
i’m tryna [?] focused
but i’m broke and i’m homeless, life’s a joke and it’s hopeless
trying to bring them all to make gold escape
but my plate’s holes [?]
social workers’ on a methadone trip
it’s total murder and i’m extra pr-ne to flip
the fight’s on the c-nts get right on my foul guts
the think i might pull a stunt like [?]
convict on parole but f-ck it
i got kids but i got holes in my pockets
inflation goes up like a rocket
frustration, i got to get dough in my wallet
i didn’t choose this situation so why mock it
acute stiff medication ‘cuz i’m psychotic
value to come down every day, i try stop it
but i’m not now, it’s the very way i rock it

[hook x2]

[verse 2]
what is my purpose? my brain’s at a stand-still
searching for answers, trying to scr-pe through the landfill
why do people play this game at will?
live, die and pay blood-stained tax bills
i ain’t got two pennies to rub together
i’m in my late 20’s but no luck whatsoever
i must end this horror and terror
i never trust friends so i’m under the weather
i stay slither in the fake bitter
with a back-stabbing [?] stake in your liver, and here’s your dinner
maybe it’s karma ’cause i’m a [?]-sinner
and that’s why i’ve been thrown in the litter, to differ
as my lifeline grows thinner
i swallow zimmers get a bottle of vodka and [?]
my brain be chopped up with garden’s trimmer
put in a hotpot and p-ssed to simmer

[hook x2]

[verse 3]
as a doc makes me up more ‘scripts
for f-ck sake my jaw’s full of all sorts of sh-t
[?] by psychiatric workers
surrounded by psychiatric nurses
my baby mother’s got a new man, i’ve got mad
thinking if my kids will call another one dad
i’m having thoughts of putting him in a bodybag
[?] gags, plain petrol and rags
people say i have a vile frame of humour
evil [?] like a wild brain tumour
will i rise to paradise to cut the sworn ribbon
all blaze in h-ll, where i’ll never be forgiven
[?] lately
kneeled over in pain, i need to break free
‘cuz my life’s frail, covered in scabies
smothered in full-scale rabies

[hook x4]

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