Details - Get Her Dusted(Prod. Era Redux) lyrics

Restless in a bed of red My nightmares sometimes trickle And rear view reflections carry grim reaper type sickles I roll around in sheets, the comforter no longer comforting Conforming with disaster I've left the skies due to thundering I'm muttering I'm cluttering Brain waves with heartaches With the bu*ter knives Of kitchen wives All the while lust waits Concave I am Recluse I might become Maybe when I wake I'll feel the morning's sun But it's winter bound for me right now I've done the things I can inside Problem is there's difference in this one-year-later State of mind And nightmares are my gasoline Keeping me alive, they seem To carry such a potency I cannot teach myself to breathe So gas…gas me down then burn my body I lay in bed for weeks until this body starts it's rotting I'm potting plants of the pedals picked and burning every letter Clock me in the f**ing head so maybe I'll feel better Maybe when I wake the face will disappear to nothing and the something that once was Will become imagery of loving Memories abandoned for baggies inside of hands Once held at soccer stands with plans of a future on demand But I'm wrong again and this time everything is just confusing. It's love lost in silent getaways And all these bodies oozing on the tables of a morgue, you've left me here so bored stabbing brains with Pitchforks and stupid selfish who*es Now my caskets closed to wet cheeks and the sound of laughter Followed by a night of being boxed; everyone's plastered And Duff, knock ‘em dead if they're out there talking sh** Only friends and family respect the things I did So f** the world, I'll be next to my father Taking shots of gasoline where ever I cannot be bothered Or offered by the alters any form of salvation Cutting lines on top of love letters in articulation Of a spiritual thought Deprived of deprivation In a constant high; mind is on vacation But I'm dead now, remember, this heart is for the taking It will get you to the end without truly ever breaking So take it Shake it and listen to it's rattle It might be a little busted but it's still down to battle Wear it on your throat Wrap it up in note By the end of the life you've lived You've learned to never choke No joke Lying down; I'm fecal as an answer Dead and quiet now; most likely from the cancer You left for me Now beg for me As If mercy is ever pleasing Just taste the thought I was never a the man worth leaving Maybe if I wake My body won't be here Maybe at my wake I'll taste your every tear In fear of falling back in love In falling back to us When push comes to shove You've crushed me down to dust