Street Sects – Deathdealer lyrics

It started with lust
Loneliness
A sense of detachment
An inability to connect with others due to an inherent lack of self worth
A shit stained pair of skidz

By ’94 you had mastered the art of overeating
And developed a knack for drawing negative attention to yourself
By running your fat mouth at the worst possible moments
You paid for it

Once you realize that everyone dies
Anxiety arrives

But guess what?
You didn’t have to worry (not for long)
About feeling anxious or regretful
For having discovered that your actions were useless
That your attempts at creating a meaningful body of work were fucking laughable
You found a cure for that knowledge

Occasional weekend visits to SHIT STREET
Turned into a full time residency
And you paid your rent
Pushing Chore Boy through a glass pen
With a length of coat hanger
The ink discarded
The words forgotten

Once you realize that everything dies
You fall before you rise

Naked
Flaccid
Hopeless
Heartsick
Stomach empty and head cored
Hands alive with the sudden
Power of free will

It’s not a sentence we have to serve
But the trigger pushed my finger back from the guard
The dealer took his offer off the table and moved on
Even though the rats had swarmed neck high
The writhing wake of vultures fully blacking the sky
Even though the grave was all I could taste
And the centipedes had long since set up shop in my brain
The rattle had begun to form in my throat
The sickle swung in circles with me in tow
Still…
It wasn’t my time yet