Hell's Winter-Cage

[ti:Hell's Winter] [ar:Cage] [al:Hell's Winter] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Hell's Winter - Cage [00:21.63]There's somethin' in the way not for Dr Zummer [00:24.59]Hot the tumor in the lugee and left it in Montezuma [00:26.96]Swam back to the US after Russian roulette [00:28.71] [00:29.88]No deal on the table give me a label to suplex [00:33.07] [00:38.13]Came to fill them with pain take a print of my brain [00:40.44]Flash it on the screen you wont leave the Cinema sane [00:42.88]Had a followin' fondlin' that wouldn't let go [00:45.38]'Till I spiked the easy football into the Def Jux end zone [00:48.57]And when it hit the grass it covered the crowd with mud [00:51.26]Mom slipped my bare-a** out I covered the ground with blood [00:54.06]Then she wiped it on my face like war paint [00:56.19]Then slapped me I cry might die with a hardcore brain [00:59.25]Cracked the doors frame when I open the world around it [01:01.63]Exhale the hinges in the air where denounces [01:04.13]My frontal lobe bounces of the wall then it rise from [01:06.94]The picture that it painted like suicide with a shotgun [01:09.82]I'm tryin' to pick up the pieces [01:11.32]Keep cuttin' my hands [01:12.69]When I put it back together it's feces [01:14.88]In a permanent Hell I find tranquility teaches [01:17.57]We had to design perfect mass for our new Preacher [01:20.50]We're going too far nobody could reach us [01:22.88]I'm startin' to drown and I'm covered with leeches [01:25.57]Until my last breath they'll be screamin' from the bleachers [01:27.69] [01:28.37]Then I'll be dead like all my teachers [01:31.00]Despite all my rage I'm a rat in a cage for skies [01:33.69]Communicate your love injecting bleach in my eyes [01:36.31]The dubiously the demented dented to dependant cradles [01:38.00] [01:38.78]Slipped through a grasp on the broken glass highly unstable [01:41.10] [01:41.88]I left that label unable to keep my master's [01:44.32]No whip broke as sh*t chick left me a week after [01:47.38]Over-dosage of mushrooms no ugly obstacles [01:49.51]Hid the hamster boy record scene dance at the hospital [01:52.63]In the club I don't dance I stand with a glass of Vodka [01:55.44]Come to terms I'm just like my bastard Father [01:57.70]Left my Mother with a kid that flipped her lid [02:00.32]When I started to look like him she threw me out the crib [02:03.07]And I was only two my Grandmother was a Hitler Youth [02:05.63]Just dropped Agent Orange and aint got no dough to fix this tooth [02:08.50]I'm thinkin' out loud "I hate life" like that matters [02:10.88]Lettin' sh*t out that happened to fit into wack pattern [02:13.85]I'm tryin' to pick up the pieces [02:15.53]Keep cuttin' my hands [02:16.54]When I put it back together it's feces [02:18.66]In a permanent Hell I find tranquility teaches [02:21.65]We had to design perfect mass for our new Preacher [02:24.40]We're going too far nobody could reach us [02:26.77]I'm startin' to drown and I'm covered with leeches [02:29.58]Until my last breath they'll be screaming from the bleachers [02:32.32]Then I'll be dead like all my teachers [02:33.96] [02:35.02]I'm trying to pick up the pieces [02:36.82]But each motherf**ker that f**ked my Mother over would leave me to be this [02:40.08]Drug addicted menace aint sh*t to do in this place [02:42.76]No longer flinchin' from Step-dad's punches to the face [02:45.39]Blind to the drug calm to the tub [02:47.52]Filled to the top with warm water to sink in [02:49.82]Two arms full of blood [02:50.95]Not even thirteen lookin' to exit left for mess [02:53.88]Could care less about life just keep my pool as fresh [02:56.63]Until the worms eat my flesh I guess they better burn me [02:59.26]These are the thoughts of a child I keep 'till thirty [03:01.63]I lack patience 'till I was packed with patients [03:04.19]In the mental facility forced on all the wrong medications [03:06.76]Prozac genie pig I don't feel bipolar [03:09.32]But got a folder that claims I am in a stack that reaches my shoulder [03:12.40]Music my only savior in every instance [03:14.78]Makes each one of you a prophet to my existence [03:16.84]I'm tryin' to pick up the pieces [03:19.46]Keep cuttin' my hands [03:20.52]When I put it back together it's feces [03:22.46]In a permanent Hell I find tranquility teaches [03:25.51]We had to design perfect mass for our new Preacher [03:28.45]We're going too far nobody could reach us [03:31.01]I'm startin' to drown and I'm covered with leeches [03:33.44]Until my last breath they'll be screamin' from the bleachers [03:36.38]Then I'll be dead like all my teachers