Kristoff Krane
I feel alone and depressed, I miss my best friend
My wife's a thousand miles from home, the road I'm on's a dead end and
So I lie to smoke choking shove my fat grin with a bag of preservatives till I perch in a napkin
In the back of a van with no backup plan
Just some lower back pain from holding up this avalanche
If I had the chance to change I probably wouldn't take it
I preferred the benefits of learning how to communicate it
I miss the Mrs so much, I hold a picture of her
To bridge the gap between her touch and my vision of us
If it wasn't for your love I couldn't trust the rush of endorphins
So thanks for reminding me about what's important
Sadistik
I'm one van nap away from coming just a sliced throat from that path I take I'm struggling to find home
I'm on the right road leading me to nowhere and I don't know where I learned to juggling knife show
But I hope it's embedded on my gravestone
Brainstorm so much that my head is filled with rainbows
There's no pot of gold, leprachauns and fables
Just another hollow soul with d**h upon his facial
I'm just a vagabond who never had a mum, who ever had a bond except when it was painful
So I never stayed close, I stayed sharp with the crayons in my paws sketching all the angels
Sadistik & Kristoff Krane
My God - if I do not change the way I'm living I'ma
Die young - but at least then you could say I did it like an
Icon - left them all uplifted and constricted like a
Python - sipping on elixirs just to fit in with the
Life long friends who helped me paint a pretty picture so when
I'm gone we can all pretend I made a difference within
My songs ride on
Ride on Ride on to that distant sunset till the bu*terflies in stomachs learn to fly on
Top of the puddle till I reach the light at the end of the tunnel I'm blind from
Caught in a struggle I'm trying to fly with my head into trouble my mind's numb
I know I'm low, high hopes I focus my sights on
Divulge my soul I'm so hopeless in my thoughts
Before sky high beanstalks
Tied tongue sing low while I sweet talk
We walked a thin line between self destruct and detox
Cos these scars are deep enough to rob us of our freedom