Vapor of Darkness

Lyrics

[Verse] Ayo I hope that heaven has been treating you nice, bro I really need some advice, I'm always needing advice I struggle sleeping at nights and I've been thinking Maybe I can stop my drinking if I speak to some psych's But I've been thinking I should leave and just die, tired of reaching for heights That I'll never reach, what's the reason for life? Fuck! Even when my dreams have sufficed Its like I always seem to freeze at the lights, it's like my feet have been sliced I'm fucking scared, I admit it, I'm a train wreck I never stay on schedule, committed to the rain-check It's pretty strange how inconsiderate some mates get By the way, I'm sorry I ain't visited your grave yet Maybe I'm lazy or maybe I'm too nervous The way we would make music, it gave me a new purpose You followed God, you praised Him and you worshipped That's why I find it crazy he'd take such a true person That why I'm asking ya, I know you relate Is my only escape really just a rope and a crate, hey? Or is that rope in the shape of an O, bro That you placed on your own throat, a mistake in a moment of hate Should I go to a mate's? It really ticks me off They quick to say I'm doing shit but never quick to give me props Makes me think, do they even want this shit to stop? Maybe I'm just paranoid, maybe I should sip some grog! It makes me think about your state of mind Did you feel alone and scared? Bro, I wish you gave a sign You should've called me, man, should've named a place and time I would've been there straight away, I'd never leave a mate behind Ha, but now I'm about to leave my mates behind Maybe at the place they find me they will even make a shrine Covered in roses, my brothers can go and say goodbye Blame the booze, tip some liquor out then celebrate my life Most probably with a case of wine That's irony for you, I guess fate is blind I always gotta swallow my pride with a taste of lime Or a chaser, while I chase this dream till the stage is mine The day I die, just award me the glory 'Cause I'm grateful for the fans who love, support and adore me but The thought of losing my fucking audience haunts me 'Cause I'm pretty fucking sure there'll be nothing for me at forty So what do I do? Do I wait to fail Or do the place the nail inside of my coffin now and taste the grail? 'Cause at the rate I'm going, mate, I'm going to straight to jail As I waste away and my brain decays in a case of ale I guess what I'm asking is, would you take it back? Would you tie the rope or would you hope that it maybe snaps? Would you stay for your family? Would you stay for rap? What if I could've been a better mate—would you stay for that?! Maybe we could've laid a track Or maybe no matter what, you wouldn't have changed the fact Maybe that's just the only way when your brain I'd trapped In a vapour of darkness, breaking apart as it fades to black To break the latch isn't easy to do Neither's leaving my room, I don't see a reason to move All I know is it's therapeutic when I'm speakin' to you I really wish that you could speak to me too; I miss ya, man