This Hurts

I get no thanks I get no regards Give me time to think Get out my yard My arms went numb My hands feel cold I'm rolling both the dice I'm goin for your throat No reaching for the light I sit here in the cold The best part about it is I never leave my home Quit talking bout my eyes Keep it up you're gonna lose one You're talking mad shit For someone sitting on a futon I need no permission For what I'm bout to do next My teeth turn black Just like the ink inside my chest This hurts but I can't stop No perks no time off Give a shit what you thought It runs through the clot It grinds in your bones Decay on the throne It cuts through the leash Third day in the home Don't rest here it's dark Don't pick at the mark The air starts to freeze You quit at the start I see it through your lies And the way you run a loose gun You tore up the slip And carved yourself a new one Don't turn back It'll scare you out the home sesh All you'll know Is the feeling of it's cold breath