Cage - Among the Sleep lyrics

I'm seconds from meeting what the
Mossberg had to offer
And feed my thoughts to Christ to the altar
I wake up on a red floor axe in a dead whore
My dick chewed up
Why I let this bitch give me head for?
Pigs tryin' ta kick down the door
I'm out for me
Opened the sliding glass door and
Hopped off the balcony
Fell 30 flights to cars on 10th Av
Landed on a FedEx-disguised meth lab
And after it blew up i woke up and threw up
Stuck my hand in my pants
My shit ain't chewed up
Wiped the puke from my face
Then leave this place
With a 4-5 in the waist at an elitist pace
No breeding space i step out and show face
Within 3 minutes I'm approached for H
Then a shotgun to neck, now lose the weapon
And my skull fragments painted
The sky for seconds

Back to my brain like my brain is a home
While I roll with the fame I
Still aim at the throne
All my peers all sleep and I'm
The only one not weak
Or am I unconscious dreaming
I'm making a speech
Is this reality or my memory getting mileage
Am I staring at the sun or
Blood vessels in my eyelids
Do I make music or is music making me
Is this really all death or just my awakening

I pick my head up, with a face full of drool
Look around the classroom
Now I'm some geek in high school
Get fucked with in the hallway
And can't do shit
But write names on bullets and
Fill a few clips
No need for rags and vodka, got a locker
With enough fire power to
War with helicopters
First clique to pass, I'm clicking to release
Each adolescent fist holding 4 police killers
And I ain't paying for the clips I'm spendin'
When I shoot up the crowd
Like a heroin convention
Feds storm the building for the
Sick boy with balls
Made of steel, put shit through toilet stalls
See my teachers dead through
Holes in the door
And alerted the cops outside
Holdin' the floor
I exit the bathroom, enter a lead parade
Getting shot the fuck up but smoke
Some pigs on the way

Back to my brain like my brain is a home
While I roll with the fame I
Still aim at the throne
All my peers all sleep and I'm
The only one not weak
Or am I unconscious dreaming
I'm making a speech
Is this reality or my memory getting mileage
Am I staring at the sun or
Blood vessels in my eyelids
Do I make music or is music making me
Is this really all death or just my awakening

I open up my eyes to get cracked in the face
Six times
While I'm asked for combos to a safe
My wife on the couch, dying, raped, in shock
While the gunmen argue on where
To take the yacht assuming I'm rich
Playboy bitch my own boat
And if I don't start speaking
I'mma lose my throat
They start chumming the water with
My dead ho and laugh
Force me to see great whites
Snapped on the lower half
Locked off my arm, do it in, no guns to shoot
Think of 3 past deaths and
Find an escape route
All I have to do is wake up, lift the mast
And get shot off the boat and my
Back to get whipped in half
I wake up screamin'
With a shotgun in church, feenin'
To kill myself
But I don't know if I'm still dreamin'
50-50 chance I'mma die and go straight up
Or straight to hell
Either fuckin' way I'mma wake up!