What time is it by Torn Lyrics
What time is it?
[Verse 1]
It's time to die, it's only the pills and I
And I am willing to suicide as a juvenile, you don't decide
My true demise was being born with a wicked mind
The moon on top while I grab the poison and drink it all, my eyes caught in a happy cry
Windows shut tight and
I fight titans with drugs, my weakest high was the biggest lie
Hey, look, hell where my soul is attracted
Did a tablet of acid made me a lapid much faster or was it The Devil acting?
Huh, my body is already adapted, it's not even distractive
Fuck what religion you practice, the demons will kill all you niggas, oblivion will hit on you bastards
'Til your soul is dragged and your ass is caught in the cauldron
You become desperate as you meet all your squadron, all of you niggas will run out of options
There's no fortune for the fallen
Your virtues and talents disappear as you empty your wallet
[Verse 2]
For that sweet forbidden fruit, got me in a loop
I'm blindly swiping through the mud trying to get a clue
My life's a waste and here's the colossal proof
I could be gaining loot but instead I'm rhyming for nothing, guess dreams can be decieving too, huh
[Verse 3]
Fantasies are there for you to put a goal on yourself
Unless your goal is your death, if that happens you probably be needing some help
Why tho? I can understand someone else
You wanna see me? Next time don't ring me, put your body to rest and catch me on hell
[Verse 1]
It's time to die, it's only the pills and I
And I am willing to suicide as a juvenile, you don't decide
My true demise was being born with a wicked mind
The moon on top while I grab the poison and drink it all, my eyes caught in a happy cry
Windows shut tight and
I fight titans with drugs, my weakest high was the biggest lie
Hey, look, hell where my soul is attracted
Did a tablet of acid made me a lapid much faster or was it The Devil acting?
Huh, my body is already adapted, it's not even distractive
Fuck what religion you practice, the demons will kill all you niggas, oblivion will hit on you bastards
'Til your soul is dragged and your ass is caught in the cauldron
You become desperate as you meet all your squadron, all of you niggas will run out of options
There's no fortune for the fallen
Your virtues and talents disappear as you empty your wallet
[Verse 2]
For that sweet forbidden fruit, got me in a loop
I'm blindly swiping through the mud trying to get a clue
My life's a waste and here's the colossal proof
I could be gaining loot but instead I'm rhyming for nothing, guess dreams can be decieving too, huh
[Verse 3]
Fantasies are there for you to put a goal on yourself
Unless your goal is your death, if that happens you probably be needing some help
Why tho? I can understand someone else
You wanna see me? Next time don't ring me, put your body to rest and catch me on hell