Christopher McLaren, Twisted Insane - Through the Eyes of God lyrics

A walk through real life
They say that music has a soul
And when you listen to it long enough
It bares it's soul do you hear it?

Wake up in the morning and
My mom's on the floor
Blood on her door with a needle in her arm
Pick her up, please, don't leave me
Cannot believe someone's been
Feeding her harm
Never even knew she was using
Getting abused and kicked in
The face every night, damn
The killer called me, hit me on the phone
Said he sticking that bass in your pipe
And now I'm talking to the
Paramedics and a brother
Hinted that they growing sick of this shit
And maybe it's too much for me to
Handle why can't people dying like this
When I wake up in the morning I don't
Want to read about you in the paper
Not like this we supposed to make it to
The end, best friends
You supposed to be a killer with me
Not like this
I stay hard to myself on the daily
And never knew my like this
My best friend's 24 with a baby on the way
How can he get shot like this?
I used to sleep at the park
No food in my stomach
Ain't had a meal in weeks
Try to get a little more so I go on tour
Come back and my whore wife cheats
Now I'm all by myself in a room with
A sawed-off 12-gauge looking at my face
And I'm thinking it used be cool
On Earth before the place
And no matter how fast I
Go or how many shows, i cannot win the race
About to say goodbye to this bullshit life
And have myself float off into space
Way outer space