Sad the Impaler

Devils sing when I go to sleep, enemies know it's open season
 Cook dope for the dopamine, let 'em sleep in their coma kingdom
 Devils sing when I go to sleep, enemies know it's open season
 Cook dope for the dopamine, let 'em sleep in their coma kingdom
 I got a knife in my pocket, wanna meet it?
 I can paint it with some blood, wanna see it?
 I go abstract expressionism, looking like The Exorcist
 I bet their heads'll spin indefinitely like the devil's in 'em
 Get sliced 'til the gills in place
 Inside, I'm like Gilles de Rais
 It's night, I don't feel day rays, get high
 I can't feel my face, watch me fill these graves
 I am Sad the Impaler
 In a forest of my past selves chanting my name
 While these people wave goodbye, always fanning the flame
 Looking peaceful but inside's only acidic rain
 Like it was cortisol
 Endorphins pumping through my corazon
 A war's at home, so I score it like it's Morricone
 The more I go in crowds, the more I grow agoraphobe
 I know the more I glow up, now the more I know I'm so alone
 I could torch your home whenever I'm in horror mode
 A morbid, tortured soul leaving blood on the interstate
 Doing drugs off a dinner plate 'til I drift away
 And say Au Revoir, I swallow pain like Ouroboros
 Dead cops in my daydreams lately
 They get shot when they make me angry
 Cement blocks if you step to me
 Come get lost in the entropy, rest in peace
 Devils sing when I go to sleep, enemies know it's open season
 Cook dope for the dopamine, let 'em sleep in their coma kingdom
 Devils sing when I go to sleep, enemies know it's open season
 Cook dope for the dopamine, let 'em sleep in their coma kingdom