Diseased Tree

Got my safety glasses on

I don't feel much too safe

Gonna dive into these rocks

I be feeling the need for haste

Will you taste the plastic air?

Your tongue, it slips in way too late

You're on fire, you're a scorch

I drew you out with oil and paste

Train wreck is me

Brach out of my diseased tree

Got my virus flowing through

A river of deep red blues

Gonna swing a dagger high

The dirt beneath my murder shoes

Will you speak to me again?

Your words, they make me bruise

You're on my tree, my diseased tree

I will let you fall off when you get loose

Train wreck is me

Brach out of my diseased tree