NOstalgia

Now i remeber why i wanted yall all lain at my feet
slain at my feet
what good was your deciet
when neck is slit, not as fun as your wrists
Suffer at the ends of my fists

Hands clenched, knuckles white
How long have i longed for the end of this fight
Its a shame you are so short of sight
Let the dopamine show, and the emotions flow
Ive had enough of holding it in, this is me letting it go

There is no time for truce or lies
with my blood red eyes
i wait paiently for your demise
So when you lie stoned in the street
ill take your weary head to my feet

And let the EMOtions flow
Let it all let go
Let me show you
How its all gonna end