Sleeping w/ Santa Muerte

I hear the blood curdling screams in the name of your death I'm hurtling spears pierce past the earth's crest Deserting discerning needa give the tone depth I'm burning up here in the drones of what's left Keep my ears keen to sheers shepherd hold your breath You won't find your people here, he ain't notice they left Wool hide my tears trickle down a low neck When I come around the fur the reaper gonna be vexed Can't keep my head up from what I can't wrap around I can't keep my head up from what I can't wrap around I can't keep my head up from what I can't wrap around I can't keep my head up if it's stuck in the ground I'm sifting through all my senses, half of me wants to sleep But baby I'm so relentless, your care package lift my feet I'm thankful practice modesty and what's painful don't have to mention Those moments that I take to weep (then why'd you mention it) Least I can sweep up all of the tension, those moments are no more Where I'm anxiously waiting for the day you collapse on the floor And so I'm ready for it all, nothing less and nothing more Grateful for the red paint on the frame of my door When the summer comes they carry heat next to their drawers And I'm running with a fleet making the most of bodies sore As this age keeps coming these are the pages I adore I flip back and forth trying not to lose my place Can't keep my head up from what I can't wrap around I can't keep my head up from what I can't wrap around I can't keep my head up from what I can't wrap around I can't keep my head up if it's stuck in the ground I know the powers in my grace, won't let it get to my head But I been holding on to time like I'm a newly wed And I've been married to a rhyme, comfort that'll leave you dead Or at least not really living