I chewed a hole in my soul and I was still starving
This fucking demon in my head is like a drill sergeant
Fuck this EP dawg, you need a real album
A deal with 'em Malcolm
And a pill problem, again
To go and get your face off the milk carton
You've been on since you been starting
All that sobriety shit
Dieting trying to quit
Fighting and hiding out from society sick
Come back parting your head to the side and it slit
It's so exciting when all the girls are riding your dick
Look what your writing, it's falling off a cliff
You know the cure for that though
Go get an eight ball and a fifth
Pour the Jamie, light a smoke, take a whole and a sniff
Birthed with the curse and cursed to call it a gift
Fuck the bullshit talk and all this positiveness
Your heart's in the right place, we'll give your jaws an assist
But lets get back to this madness, back to this money
And back to these habits that I have to become me
I can almost feel the fire burning back in my stomach
Heard the whispers of the public
they had practically hung me, they said
I had a good run, I would fly some
Then crash and burn they say the good die young
The thought of it made him bang his head
It's the word on the street, it's spread
That Slaine is dead
It's been so long, you see my face
While I come back to plead my case
Or when I'm gone and time comes to make a leap of faith
There's no way to keep the secret safe
That Slaine is dead
Slaine is dead
Slaine is dead
They say Slaine is dead
So many dark days they have ruptured my patience
I'd like to part ways but I'm stuck in the matrix
See I've been out of luck, so corrupted and faithless
And now without a buck I'm like fuck it I hate this
So many close calls, all these brushes with greatness
But not enough to power my spaceship
Not enough to persuade the gods right and face where they sit
As they parade the dogs of war off they cliff
And as I fell from grace, through the winds of sin
I had to go and find my wings again
While the angel of death goes and sings the hymn
As he strangle my breath, tore me limb from limb
Will you let your soul slip into the other side
Or will the caterpillar turn into the butterfly?
I can see the pain falling from my mothers eyes
But I keep on falling for these fucking lies
Still my mind holding on to the liquor and coke
And my fire almost out but there's a flicker of hope
In these institution walls where they kickin' the dope
I'm reminded of the power of that shit that I wrote
I walk with the devil, talking to God
Murder stories in this purgatory, coughing up blood
But I will not break, I will not fall
This is just another rhyme that I wrote on my wall
It's been so long, you see my face
While I come back to plead my case
When I'm gone and time comes to make a leap of faith
There's no way to keep the secret safe
That Slaine is dead
Slaine is dead
Slaine is dead
They say Slaine is dead
Slaine is Dead!