"Sold My Soul To Satan Waiting In Line At The Mall" Lyrics

[Vancouver Sleep Clinic]
Stakes, washed away, washed away
I'm burning down

[RUBY DA CHERRY]
Roll up, and I light a fucking match to the gas, no gas mask
Make it splash, and all of a sudden, I'm getting ashes
Lasting more than I can fathom
Mass appeal is real it seems, mass didn't appeal to me
Six-six-six, wrists glisten 'cause of slits
Heads missing, so I split
Driven apathy, actually traffic
No tragic car accidents happen
You're just a fucking blip
It only matters 'cause we're matter scatterin' around a hole that gets blacker

[Vancouver Sleep Clinic]
Stakes, washed away, washed away
I'm burning down
Stakes, washed away, washed away
[YUNG CHRIST] Hold up before I blow up
Hold up before-
[Vancouver Sleep Clinic] I'm burning down

[YUNG CHRIST]
Hold up before I blow up
Give me one more time, I can pour up
Got the wheels spinnin', but my blood's thinning
Oddy telling me that it's time to quit it—but I can't, I'll faint
Just one little taste real quick, so I get straight
I'm so in debt with this shit, I can't pay
I'm so in love with this shit, I can't think, mind gone blank
I just keep sinking, ducked out, sleeping
These drugs my weakness
Seek this money, wrist keep bleeding (Ooh—)
And it's seeming that the death of me is gonna be these demons

[Vancouver Sleep Clinic] Stakes
[RUBY DA CHERRY] Sold my soul to Satan waiting in line at the mall
I got six phones, I got six homes
I got a grave six feet tall
[Vancouver Sleep Clinic] I'm burning down
[RUBY DA CHERRY] What do I know?
[Vancouver Sleep Clinic] Stakes
[RUBY DA CHERRY] Failed chemistry
[Vancouver Sleep Clinic] Washed away, washed away
[RUBY DA CHERRY] Hated religion, fuck it all
[Vancouver Sleep Clinic] I'm burning down

Stakes, washed away, washed away
I'm burning down