Visitor, come to my room and see all the trash I made
Stay a while, I'm on the verge of laying it down
A vagabond, and all his trash in search to find his crown
Your mind is like a candle stick, my ambitions are constantly burning out
I'd hate to rain on your parade
But everything you know is taken by this flood
You were blind, but there's no hope
Dig a hole, but there's no blood
Who am I to pretend, who am I to recommend there is something less
Than timelines and whores that drag you back to the floor and cut your eyes out
Find me, oh saint, I'm bending, breaking at my knees, praying
I've exposed, this earth has taken pride in seeing my most vulnerable state
I find no humor in letting yourself stray away from those pictures
When they cause you to see shame in yourself, you can run from your problems
But They'll follow you like a trend
One shot to forgetting, six shots to falling in the end
I was the King of Kings, I stand for one rule and one rule for myself, as a man
I will fall and as my son you've watched it all
Behind every mask lies a man who can't live in his own skin
He lives by the flask, he bathes in his past and he dies by his own sins