$UICIDEBOY$ - NOT EVEN GHOSTS ARE THIS EMPTY

DIRECTED BY DILL35MM Lyrics: I’ll tell you a secret, something they don’t teach you in your temple The gods envy us, they envy us because we’re mortal ’Cause any moment might be our last Everything is more beautiful, because we’re doomed You did good $lick (It’s a smash!) Shoot on a trick, when I’m thick Slick ain’t got no sorrow bitch Shoot on a trick, shoot on a trick Slick ain’t got no sorrow bitch Shoot on a trick, when I’m thick Slick ain’t got no sorrow bitch Shoot on a trick, shoot on a trick Slick ain’t got no sorrow bitch Can I ever get a moment to myself? Each moment that passes is fleeting I try and I try to escape my own life At this point y’all should call me Houdini (Oddy, don’t!) It always ends up with me bleeding Or so overwhelming I’m retreating Back into the hole that I climb out of It always ends up self-defeating I’m addicted to sex, addicted to drugs Really whatever will make me feel loved I don’t care what you thinking Yeah, I don’t give a fuck I’m still out here shinin’ as bright as the sun And no matter how hard it gets No matter how tough Don’t disobey when I say, “give me the gun“ (give me the gun) If I don’t let my demons out to breathe I’ll end up with some horns or a pair of fucking wings Come and visit me from time to time (from time to time) To all them bitches I was ever with Yeah you’re still on my mind (mind-mind) Huh huh, aye Yeah, pushing the coupe in the rain (north!) Think I been going insane (side!) Popping and smoking and drinking (north!) This how I been coping and dealing with pain (side!) Snort up a line with my Mom, yeah (north!) I just be hoping to bond (side!) Another day working and wasting away (north!) The exact thing that I wanna buy (side!) Thats time, yeah I’m in the double R Falling the fuck apart Cooking up my frontal lobe Play it strong on the phone But I cry alone ’Cuz my daddy just hit a new low Fuck Everyday bad news, everyday cash rules Fuck what I did (let’s go!) It’s what have you done lately Fuck that poetic shit, gotta pour medicine (let’s go!) Got a chrome metal stick up to my brain Just to know heaven for a bit (go, go, go) I just want to run away (away) But all I ever do is run in place (place) The tears I cried it could’ve iced my chain (my chain) And on the best days I can’t feel my face (my face) No matter how hard it gets No matter how tough (My face, my face) I can’t feel my face No matter how hard it gets No matter how tough (My face, my face) I can’t feel my face (My face, my face) I can’t feel my face No matter how hard it gets No matter how toughest (My face, my face) I can’t feel my face The worst part of hell is not the flames, it’s the hopelessness And I think that is the part of hell That a person in depression really tastes The hopelessness, the terrible hopelessness that comes over