Not Even Ghosts Are This Empty Lyrics | Suicideboys

I'll tell you a secret, something they don't teach you in your temple
The gods envy us, they envy us because we're mortal
Cause any moment might be our last
Everything is more beautiful, because we're doomed
You did good $lick
(It's a smash!)
Shoot on a trick, when I'm thick
Slick ain't got no sorrow bitch
Shoot on a trick, shoot on a trick
Slick ain't got no sorrow bitch
Shoot on a trick, when I'm thick
Slick ain't got no sorrow bitch
Shoot on a trick, shoot on a trick
Slick ain't got no sorrow bitch

Can I ever get a moment to myself?
Each moment that passes is fleeting
I try and I try to escape my own life
At this point y'all should call me houdini (oddy don't)
It always ends up with me bleeding
Or so overwhelmed I'm retreating
Back into the hole that I tried to climb out of
It always ends up self defeating
I'm addicted to sex, addicted to drugs
Really whatever will make me feel loved
I don't care what you thinking
Yeah, I don't give a fuck
I'm still out here shining as bright as the Sun
And no matter how hard it gets
No matter how tough
Don't disobey when I say: Gimme the gun (gimme the gun)
If I don't let my demons out to breathe
I'll end up with some horns or pair of fucking wings
Come and visit me from time to time (from time to time)
To all the bitches that I was ever with
Yeah, you're still on my mind (mind-mind)

Huh huh, ayy
Yeah, pushing that coupe in the rain (north!)
Think I been going insane (side!)
Popping and smoking and drinking (north!)
Is how I been coping and dealing with pain (side!)
Snort up a line with my mom, yeah (north!)
I just be hoping to bond (side!)
Another day working and wasting away (north!)
The exact thing that I wanna buy (side!)
That's time
I'm in that double r
Falling the fuck apart
Cooking up my frontal lobe
Play it strong on the phone
But I cry when alone
'Cause my daddy just hit a new low
Fuck
Everyday bad news, everyday cash rules
Fuck what I did (lets go!)
It's what have you done lately
Fuck that poetic shit (lets go!)
Got a chrome metal stick up to my brain, just to know heaven for a bit (go, go, go)
I just want to run away (away)
But all I ever do is run in place (in place)
The tears I cried it could've iced my chain (my chain)
And on the best days I can't feel my face (my face)

No matter how hard it gets
No matter how tough
My face, my face
I can't feel my face
No matter how hard it gets
No matter how tough
My face, my face
I can't feel my face
My face, my face
I can't feel my face
No matter how hard it gets
No matter how tough
My face, my face
I can't feel my face
The worst part about hell is not the flames, it's the hopelessness
And I think that is the part of hell that a person in depression really tastes
The hopelessness, the terrible hopelessness that comes over