Sick Shooter (Horsepower, pt. I) [feat. Olyn]

Quick Get in the carriage Cuz this house is not a home Would have much preferred a helping hand Than a double tap To the dome Help I feel disparaged This body no longer seems my own Left stranded in a desert Hoping for a quick death While I'm all alone Look It's an oasis As I approach it turns to crumbled stone The pool of water that reflected sun Becomes nothing more Than a vast unknown I'm lost Without awareness Ghosts appear when I'm on my own Floating through a town of hollowed faces Where mirrors splinter Like broken bone I need some horsepower Lord knows I need it Just take me to a head doctor Before my blood starts bleeding Sick shooter Quick looter Holes left in my vacant chest Fill an empty heart Made by a broken home Straight shooter Hate tutor I brought a knife to a fucking gunfight Just to cut you apart So you'd leave me alone We need more horsepower Lord knows I need it Just get me to a hospital Before my heart stops beating I can't go on I can't turn back This hate is hellfire In my saddle bag I'm awake at night Can't rest for days While I can hear that pig Sleeping three rooms away Oh no Get out Right now Quick to turn my head around my shoulder Deferring help every time I'm asked I look thoughtful and I act much older But I've lost a nature that I can't get back Sick to my stomach at the thought of living in my home I'd love to run away and never come back Straight to the knife where I find my solace I hate that its sharp edge is what I lack Just get me the gunpowder Before my hate stops seething Get Out Right Now Get Out Right Now