Six Gun Salute

Trading your years for obedience 
Haven't seen the Sun 
For days on fucking end 

My eyes they drip tomorrows lies 
My skin helps me with fornication 
Staring dead on jagged rocks 
That fill my glass with jagged ice 
Cancer rider comin' through 
Full on clemency 
Another day to be..all you can fuckin' be 

Any days a good day to fuckin' die 
Full blown tragedy of life 
Singularity of an embalmbed embrace