Go feed on my skin.
Go drink my blood.
This is a buffet, motherfuckers!
Invite your friends.
Invite your family
Invite your mistresses!
Invite your bastards!
I don't care!
I surrender to nature.
Cards on the table.
Dice rolled and spit on
This is my fate anyways,
Just rushing the process.
I'd rather go out on my own terms.
If they ask why,
I'll shrug and say
"Why not?"
That's the cool answer.
Write that in your fucking tabloids.
Make them click and say "What a badass!"
But the real answer?
It's there somewhere.
Look for it if you want.
If it'll make more sense. (It won't)
They'll take years before they drain me of all I have.
Maybe it's all for show.
Wanna bet?
