[&] Delinquents

Visitor come to my room and see all the trash I made
Stay a while
I'm on the verge of laying it down
A vagabond, and all his trash in search to find his crown
Your mind is like a candle stick
my ambitions (are constantly)
are constantly burning out
I'd hate to, rain on your parade
But everything you know is taken by this flood
You were blind but there's no hope
Dig a hole but there's no blood
Who am I to pretend, who am I to recommend there is something less
Than timelines and whores that drag you back to the floor
and cut your eyes out
Find me, oh Saint, I'm bending, breaking, at my knees, praying
I've exposed
this earth has taken pride 
in seeing my most vulnerable state
I find no humor in letting yourself stray away
from those pictures
When they cause you to see shame in yourself
you can run from your problems
But they'll follow you like a trend
One shot to forgetting
six shots to falling in the end
I was the king, of kings, I stand for one rule, and one rule for myself, as a man
I will fall and as my son you've watched it all
Behind every mask
lies a man 
who can't live in his own skin
He lives by the flask
he bathes in his past
and he dies by his own sins