Premature Resting- Brian Senior Video

crazy rap with "Dance with the Devil" instrumental by Brian Senior

lyrics: mirrors ugly reflection hes got no reason to live
dads gone, moms withdrawn, no one seems to give
dies inside, bloodshot eyes, tries to numb pain with a blizz
for suicide is on his mind, could god forgive
but hells bound to be better than this life thing that hes in
lifes turn to shit, lined cuts line up on his forearmed skin
waking up looking forward to going back to sleep
silent in school, constantly harassed back of the class he weeps
lunch time hes eating dirt, others laugh ignore his hurt
the hurt converts to pain, the pain to scars, his bloody shirt
is the norm, torment and bruises on him everyday,
weekends staring at his ceiling while others party and play
one day he decides to go and change his luck
calls up a kid from class and he is shockingly struck
the kid tells him hell pick him up in a bit with his truck
sooner than later the truck rolls up to his crib
feeling happy so rapidly it starts to tingle his rib
hops up the front seat and sits back for the ride
to his surprise three kids jump right up from the back side
fucking pound him no stopping no one can even hear his cry
screams for no one to hear and thinks continuously why
thrown out from the car, bruised up from legs up to the eye
lays on his back embarrassed to look anywhere but the sky
he cant hide the beat from everyone he sees, their not blind
gets beat more and more, apparently dick comments were to kind
couple weeks of the torture, he begins to unwind
stays confined to his room with the bruises on him to remind
tries to erase the memories but the past wont stay behind
no ones even asked to help him even though hed decline
nothing left to do, decides his life cant be refined
leaves his lair for the kitchen, steak knifes what he finds
face to face with the blade, his ugly image back shines
tough decision, should he cut slow or make a quick incision
straight through the stomach or make a vein on blade collision
with precision he goes for the neck, 3 inches from the face
he nervously presses in hoping to get the fuck out of this place
his disgraced life seemingly to him only got uglier
quick cut sliced thin right into his fuckin jugular
slowly he fades out the lightness, turns to black
his second-thoughts too late cus there was no turning back

take this story as a lesson, before you fuck with some creep
cus his life could be total shit and in it hes knee deep
no reason to mangle a soul cus thats his to keep
you might be the last straw for his premature eternal sleep