Testo Alive & Not Well

Did everything I said, killing ‘em quick so I don’t waste my breath
You’re still learning how to live, I’m planning spiteful death
Forty fucking five, I wear the number like a vest
I bet you ain’t heard a thing I said
Your sense of self-importance always clouds your head
Drums still banging, words hit like lead
Bitch, I know that I’m headed for a spiteful death
See I’ve been through the wringer but I came out based Need that yummy for my tummy, it’s a constant ache
Money ain’t a problem - it’s a threat I face
Don’t want to live a fool’s life - bitch - enslavеd

I would say I’m either broken or blind today
If only you would fight for mе instead of fucking up my life again

Only you define the hole in me
Should have known that I can’t get refilled
The greatest debris by date
Fuck me, you won’t find your home at my place
Whatever the outcome, whatever the outcome
Fuck me, you won’t find your home at my place
Whatever the outcome
But you can drag me if you think I’m a keeper Drag me if you think I’m a keeper
Drag me if you think I’m a keeper

I would say I’m either broken or blind today
If only you would fight for me instead of fucking up my life again

The double tongued, they all insist
How you’re just someone who will hardly be missed
But fuck a cult - unless it’s mine you’re with
Shines like silver, tastes like shit

Another cycle of suffering on the treadmill to succes
Hell is everyone else when you’re kept well fed
Closer to the truth and a spiteful death
Hell is everyone else, I need to keep them fed

(You crushed my) heart
The only thing to do is get along with myself
War, the only thing that’s slowly making sense to my self
Heart
The only thing to do is get along with myself
War, I’ll only make it stop when you get over yourself