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Preying
00:52
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2. |
Welcome Back
02:37
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Welcome back Wednesday the Necromancer with nyctophobia
Perpetual midnight my ad nauseam
The audience only applause for your accomplishments
Goes without saying it's something so obvious
But I've been at my sloppiest digging my own grave
Since away I've wrote my name on every Shinigami's page
I've come to the conclusion I'm heartless or they're afraid
Maybe they're entertained by my pain as I slit my veins
Oh no, I'm about to pop, lock it, drop it
In other words pop pills and inject various toxins
Possum coughing in coffins while boiling in Satan's cauldron
Only other option is holding my breath, hoping for the best and possibly cheating death
I hear voices in my head and routinely chat with myself
I've been Doctor Whoever for what seems like a millennia
But where you at Xia?
Well I've been lost in a spiral and hoping it goes viral
I'm binging on skinning flesh and practicing to keep my eyes closed
My friend keeps texting me to calm down my nerves
Told her words from imaginary friends just hurt
So you and God had better walk the Earth and be tangible
Before I skin my arm and feed to endangered animals
Maybe that's myself and I should become a cannibal
A ghoul with no elegance, absent hologram pessimist
Son of Jehovah's nemesis, tentative when I sleep
Cuz my world view fatigue has grown nihilistic and weak
I'm convinced when I bleed I'm just doing the world a favor
Isolate this fragile soul in a bottomless crater
There's no savior for me I know who my maker is
Cursing cribs why I exist, I should grab the stork and beat it senseless
I should travel time and stuff my embryo with cyanide
Morticians get the last laugh cashing off our sad sacks
Welcome back
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3. |
Not Your Fetish
02:34
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Ya’ll get off when I’m off like a bus at the stop
Turned on when knifes drawn cuz you’re drawn to the plot
You fucking masochists are Dracula for blood out the drop
It ain’t attractive when we’re dropping from a building to plop
Disfigurement gets your rocks off you’re no friend of mine
Don’t got the stones to understand being stoned by your mind
You get stoned at beach houses with the tides by your side
And every time I write a song it makes you feel more alive
You dream of cutting contusions as some artistic new movement
And that the crimson’s portrayal is just the pallet for human’s
Sleeping beauty’s need cupid, a nercophiliac stupid
None the wiser your targets await pollution as noodles
Producing the thief
Stalking the scene
Red sea coral reefs
Syringe that pain the serene
Always packaging meat
Stroke the shaft in the sheets
Crave the stroke of the elderly and the minds of the weak
You’re more sick than I am I can promise you that
A bird beaked walking plague finding joy in it’s craft
Ineffectual hazmats at the end of their act
All play jacking off makes you worthless in fact
I think you need castration without any anesthesia
All you bottom feeders thinking that it’s cool to be anemic
Getting wet and oozing semen from someone fighting their demons
Another reason to desensitize this climate of heathens
You dream of cutting contusions as some artistic new movement
And that the crimson’s portrayal is just the pallet for human’s
Sleeping beauty’s need cupid, a nercophiliac stupid
None the wiser your targets await pollution as noodles
Producing the thief
Stalking the scene
Red sea coral reefs
Syringe that pain the serene
Always packaging meat
Stroke the shaft in the sheets
Crave the stroke of the elderly and the minds of the weak
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4. |
The Beast
02:49
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Grotesque maids made by a maiden
Created to scorn at the horns that they came with
Demons are born to be fooled they have halo’s and blues using ramps have been lied that they’re able
Holding a cane, holding faith in a fable
Gravity outweighs the kingdom of god
Why you sink to the earth and don’t fly to the stars
Like the ground is the table you clean for approval
You want to be needed by those who’d remove you
Cuz finding the need for yourself isn’t fruitful
Chasing empty gratitude and legendary status
While the odds against your favor would suggest you’re only average and even if you make yourself a presence while alive
If your ghost doesn’t talk then your promise was a lie
Your children are the same rags appointed to this duty
I refuse to clean my acting so could somebody shoot me
Man down, I refuse to be a man
I refuse to be a character that you can understand
I am not a standard archetype you plan in a lab
Shopping Earth-chan memes to recycle for a laugh
Purifying purgatory phantoms from the prozac
Conning these imaginary games, where the pros at?
Cognac ceremonies celebrate the lack of taste
Nerve damage, internal arson, then regurgitate
Strangled, stranded, emotionally famished
Feasting on reflections in a desert made of glass fish
Optical illusions are dessert for the deserted
A chemical imbalance that won’t nourish the perverted
Made in someone’s image; neurological incursion
Paper doll hand holding cutouts with no purpose
Are actually potential fighter planes beneath the surface
Usurpers
Hostile take over isn’t merger
Taking away your face is the same thing as murder
Destabilize the honeycomb, the frontal lobe steers further
From a tidy home counting off the grim reapers metronome
Bone to ash, smoking all the hash
Running from the past towards a cliff coming fast
A race against time where the goal’s to come in last
Survival of the fittest where the most depraved last
Eating human flesh then repenting just to fast
Topple competition, all the trash belongs in hell
Better off destroying all your enemies yourself
Siamese twins, watch your own back
Grow more eyes or watch your neck snap
Paranoia pays off the refs like New England
It’s all black and white every currency is English
Babylon’s a myth it only takes time to witness
I bet you already knew that
Gamble our dreams in a match
I hope you strike at bat
Motivation is a trap
You think everyone does laps?
Rest on an automated path
Rich niggas don’t write no raps
They write your contract
I will never be a slave to the game, uh huh
I will never fit the role to be played, uh huh
Compromise surrenders your name, uh huh
Animals with thumbs in a cage, uh huh
Kill the status quo when there’s rage to spare
Tearing out a page from the bible’s fanfare
Lynching the whores as the onlookers stare
Like the beasts that we are cuz they don’t even care
Dogma is for dogs
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5. |
Alter
03:54
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I’m a skooma dealer selling death to the Grim Reaper
A tarot card reader who’s only result’s the Reaper
Death and me been engaged but commitment’s a fickle creature
Due to my parents marriage confused at what is a keeper
You are where you lead her, I struggle to be a leader
If you wear wife beaters you probably mistreat her
I only wear armor so nobody digs deeper
Drugs stabilize demeanor before I bring out the heater
Rappers all stable lies with plaque in their teeth
These niggas ain’t got plaques but got a mouth full of cheese
These niggas ain’t got cheese but got a bag full of keys
All these base head bozos can’t rhyme on a beat
That’s why they turn up the bass when ever they speak
Inaudible grown children knock the fuck out their teeth
How you niggas want beef you can’t chew with your gums
I don’t need to son babies man that shit ain’t no fun
Blood price passenger, paintings cardiovascular
Canvas depicts a massacre butchered by Soul Caliber
Nightmare incarnate the carnage my red carpet
I’m carving open contusions like sharks to a wounded target
Long been a marksmen but now I’m the trending topic
Cuz niggas now a days get their edge from a hot topic
Battle hardened defensives, you niggas are James Harden
I’m hard inside of the paint like colors dried by Father Time
Who’s tougher than motherfuckers who salt the earth with a line
Conquering several cities for play like it was rehearsed
Persons belong in hearses don’t tell me that you’re disturbed
Cuz it only gets worse from here under the dirt
Skull invaded by worms with little care for privacy
Inhaling age with no luxury for the niceties
Idly imprisoned till choked under the surface
It’s murder when I resurface from slumber behind the curtains
The newest version of alternative black wordsmiths
Who fucks nerd virgins consenting to evil curses
Alone, 16 deep with the voices inside my head
So fuck a team my 16’s squared and want you fuck niggas dead
Put you niggas to bed like an infant who starts to cry
It’s bye bye to these lullabies, your raps I call it suicide
I’ve always thought of suicide before I could fucking drive
Life’s a game and I’m a hacker with a crack
Downing medication till my eyes roll back
Only time I relax is really never at all
I’m either a fucking wreck or causing records to fall
I’m either a draft bust or need my name in the hall
It’s all a luck of the draw when ever I draw comparisons
I don’t have an audience, accepted
Only by skeletons
Penned it for Hell’s denizens, blending bodies to beverages
Master of fire elements even if kids are negligent
I’m a masochist only living for kicks
But I’ve always been sadistic and itching to catch a lick
My tongue is a deadly weapon on mics or on her clit
Daily roulette that picks whether I give a shit
The only legit dark knight, knighted in the dark night
By queens of the stone age, the black plague of the dark times
These hard rhymes need hard time, this shit is a crime
Told Jesus I’d believe him if he gave me a sign
It said dead end for sinners so I drove off the pine
I said fuck a fake nigga who needs change at a shrine
I rather change my perspective and give change to the poor
Lining up to pour punch with a punch I can hide
You niggas roll with the punches like a slave to the ride
Rappers surf on a wave Jone’s Kool-Aid provides
A passive motherfucker, give impressions that I’m kind
But if you test me motherfucker I will surely end your kind nigga
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6. |
Saints
03:35
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Old women Josie touched while living alone
Where have the saved been, why are they in her home
Somebody's gotta know if halos sever the stoned
When hoes have plowed the field and nudity won't atone
Excalibur's a virgin to shedding blood at the moment
It asks for heaven's aid but it answers as if it's frozen
Then I guess I'm just tainted
A failure with Nile's fragrance
Forget being baptized, when's the last time I bathed
I'm fed up and I'm anxious
What wrath have I angered
I'll a throw a temper tantrum right here midst deaf banter
Oh, I'm not worth the process
You pity who adopts it
...well I'll escort myself to myself, that's an option
A routine operation, since God is such a cock
Trapped in the cockpit of a stock crash test
Bested by a foster home of imaginary friends
Etch bar codes in my skin as I wait for the rapture
Quarantined as a damsel waiting for heaven's capture
I mean rescue, that's the role that was chosen by our masters
The bastard always deals me amputated hands to hold
Expecting me to fold, but what do they know
Besides everything about me I already show
An open book with invisible ink, illegible think pieces, and Lovecraft kinks
Raised by evangelicals that can not blink, that shall not flinch in front of their unwavering king
So ignorant, neither ask about the lies, no question marks or even sometimes why
Implying I ever cry so they fret with apparent gestures
A mechanized link to the frets in a puppet network
Constructing dominoes enchained by gospel tenure
A round table ensnared by El Shaddai Nephilim
My best friends are worth so much more
I don't have many but they've kept me here alive
That word really rhymes, cuz it rings through my core
I hope that ya'll are listening, no complex metaphors
No layers left to hide in, I love you enough to die
And no I'm not saying this cuz I'm really really high
Ya'll really are my sun in a sky that doesn't answer
When I cry all the time and convince me I don't matter
Burn alive
Burn a life
When to go
Wendigo
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7. |
Yashichi
03:08
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Life aspirations have begin to dull my senses
Kings grow bored of their contentment
I’ve grown bored with what I’m blessed with
Everything I used to love pulls strings out of key
When was my soul consumed by apathy
Any beat that I make now feels like a plague
Another symptom in the virus called every single day
My goals are in decay and grow mold as we speak
Another week being weak finding nothing to seek
I’ve got 20 cans of tea on my desk on average
Just lurking through the web like a spider with bandwidth and my only real solace is to get more hammered
I suppose that I’m a nail in a coffin for dandruff
Man this room needs cleaning but I really care less
About surroundings no one visits like I’ve got no address
Drowned in mess but I’m a NEET freak, stay at home geek freak
Tunneled in a burrow where the sun could never reach deep
See me never like a Death Grips retweet
I need cheddar like a mouse in the street creak
I’m just a creep watching Twitch streams and playing Steam
I’m just a fiend level 23 in no regime
Tryna' make a sum without a team cause I’m never clean
If you intervene, slow me down like Promethazine
Nothing I will do about it, even odds I don’t surmount it
I’m just steady drowning in my sorrows and my boredom
Things I used to love I torture and waterboard ‘em
Instead I spend my solitude on shit post forums
And robots that I talk to could really care less
Cause they’re depressed like I am and they don’t need the stress
To coddle every other loser on the internet
It’s crazy, therapy ain’t doing shit for my head
So I play games on my computer so I don’t think instead
Wrestle with imagination and my shortage of bread
Roomie saying that I’m slim I should get out more
I should run a couple paces so breathing isn’t a chore
You’re supposed to go on tour but you’re coughing a storm
I ignore him cuz I’m stubborn and don’t care to perform
My anxiety is crippling and I can’t hear a thing
When every sound is a ring with a super high ping
It’s only ever in the lag time you hear when I sing and every constant has a value but it won’t change a thing
Stuttering these high pitched squeals
That put me on my heels, that only I can feel
That shouldn’t seem so real, that I just beg to heal
But they remain concealed when mercy comes to peel
Now drugs become my shield and games the sword I wield
I still ignore my meals and won’t respond to deals
And I don’t fight or field, the flag is white revealed
As I await to keel from my expectations
Life is routine, a skeleton simulation
A husk of joy mutilated with eagle eye observation
I’ve lost the spark of creation and now regurgitate playlists
My brain is always invaded by something darker than hatred
I’m crossing crossroads cross faded
My veins a road map frustrated
That’s lost in habits and wavelengths that sound like static frustrated
Black arms are over inflated while being punctured and jaded
In a basement
Eat the tail Ouroboros, wearing false prophet wardrobes
Dreamers tell me to meditate for brighter tomorrows
Only earning their empathy trading all of your marbles
So I sanctioned embargo on stars aligning and bullshit
The only real executioner is a full clip
And in between the full clip of my film is a new glitch
Where the whole thing is a picture of a windmill but I use it
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8. |
Girl Scout Cookies
04:32
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Black veil, no sleep, infected, dirty
Pleasure starts to make me worry, caution lines getting blurry
Grim tales, lonely, checkered, birdy
Smoke appears to make a journey, everything is looking murky
Demons, locus, burning, potions
Summer started and I’m frozen, know I’m weak with my emotions
Cookies, choke us, split through oceans
Animate my own motions, one frame with no focus
Grow my own clouds, harvest thunder in the rain
With the holes in my umbrella leaving more than just a stain
If submission is my mistress then temptation I abstain
Clearing scum that’s undercover and still lingers in my drain
Thin skin, thin mints, heavy smoke, lotta gin
Porcelain without a rim, all net it’s going in
Fried shrimp, red squint, devil kiss, born in sin
Double dip, bucket binge, any side could really win
Broad-stroke chauffeur, broad strokes with no words
Dueling mirror images purged
So I slay the phantom you swerve
Arrow turning in to a curve
So I bow to a bow on a ship reciting a curse
Dutchman tailors me a new verse
But some day like a mermaid maybe it could just merge
Melting pot I make it stir till this witch brew glows
Chasing waves is to tow every influence you know
I wont sink inside a flow that I weathered from the blow so
Black veil, no sleep, infected, dirty
Pleasure starts to make me worry, caution lines getting blurry
Grim tales, lonely, checkered, birdy
Smoke appears to make a journey, everything is looking murky
Demons, locus, burning, potions
Summer started and I’m frozen, know I’m weak with my emotions
Cookies, choke us, split through oceans
Animate my own motions, one frame with no focus
Fake ass rappers, all off topic
Internet filters claiming they’re all prophets
Lames who facilitate a faucet with water
Could never lecture me about what really makes you stronger
Thinking that you’re different cuz you’re black and wear converse
Hipster ass lames that are trap music converts
Blood sucking parasites apparent if you ponder
Duplicates of duplicates an army made of cargittes
Claiming to be martians without unique features
So you feature with each other on this clout hopping procedure
Rapping formulaic leisure from these weaning bottom feeders
If you never push the meter you remain inside a bottle
A ship to sail synthetic glass clairvoyant of tomorrow
The future soon predictable for sales is surely hollow
Prone to expectations that a common whore will swallow
So your brand new Murcielago an illusion cruising treadmills
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9. |
Purge
03:08
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Spreading out my wings but remain in the shade
Fresh new blood hissing fangs anticipate
Going through the motions like recital for a play
Careful not to give all of my subtleties away
Keep it safe, safe, safe
All my weird crooked postures in a safe, safe, safe
I’ll reveal my Davey Jones at my pace, pace, pace
Maybe running scared forever is a waste, waste, waste
Being chased by a wraith at the harbor
Harbor, what merchant denies me to barter
A gamble with dealers that cheat in the open that nobody bothers to charter
At least in the digital realm I can scum all my saves like a pile of starters
Making work of the evils that plague my existence with sabotage by a martyr
I go farther, farther, stare in the eyes of Medusa
Potting my flowers of spiders in caves that spook like Bermuda
Warped out communion I tamper Pandora’s box
Or maybe it’s just fearing the after effects of shock
Have I lost my mind when the minute hands talk
Changing channels every second just to cancel out noise
Chatting 3rd person with a missing rib lock doing dance on a cherry playing Charli’s song “Boys”
Don’t be coy, you tell me I guess
Don’t think I brave every dungeon I stress
I need a white mage and a white light blessed
When we both claim rule in a fight to the death
I breath, and it feels like a fee
Take time off I don’t wanna seen
Only feel real on a PC screen with a fake screen name so I act out scenes
I skirt, drifting from ghosts that I swerve
Then I go curtsy the miss that I curve
Coke on words, I don’t wanna be heard
Heretic hunt, I don’t wanna be burned
Heretic cunt, shut the fuck up
Let my ember rearrange them guts
Let Hell’s member rearrange this slut
Faulty info, I don’t give no fucks, I burn this witch until it turns to dust
Fade in to routine I guess, I strip apart new roles in jest
Spectrum in fragmented heads, dysphoria ingesting
I never was accepting till it all began to fester
Now we’re both together being welded on a server
I still remain a waiter asking patience for a merger
Cuz this voice is always pushing me further
The mob is demanding I spill my lies
But what’s the point if I’m going to fry
The mob is demanding I spill my lies
But what’s the point if I’m going to
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10. |
10mg
03:02
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Wake up, greet, and fan the flames of hell
Swallow my weight and kill my original self
Dangling on a shelf a decoration in it’s shell
Even when the spell’s effects kick
I’m getting to kicked to the curb
In fact I think it’s dulling
My mind adapts and it learns the patterns of this culling
This fake smile wears thin like a spindle when it rolls
Inching towards a climax, no pay off when it folds
Sell me on this mini stone before I get stoned
From my ceiling by a ghost while I choke on smoke
Exhaling makes a noose and if that’s eternal truth
Then forever I’m recluse in a life with none to lose
Hope’s a pathologic liar and this medicine is proof
My psych recommends a new prescription to use
10 milligrams every day
When I take it nothing changes
10 milligrams every day
I can’t take it nothing changes
10 milligrams every day
My impatience’s getting dangerous
10 milligrams every day
Reality I can’t face it
Have you ever been a zombie with yourself on walkie-talkie
Tryna' copy all the normal little boys inside the lobby
They buy your false impression cuz they’re stupid or they’re sorry
In any case they have receipts to back out of your party
It’s all RNG in this lame RPG
Random encounters all flee or a boss I can’t beat
So instead of playing I overdose on my fee
Eating candy in the night like every day is Halloween
Popping pills so I don’t pop off my top in the street
Like a creep, I’m a creep with a cause I renew
Subscribed to static channels in a hospital room
Tuned in to tubes where the tune is all booze
With no clue for getting sober from the networking crew
Left hanging in the air with my platform as a stool
Deuce, deuce, tie to lose as it never get’s loose
My psych recommends a new addiction to abuse
10 milligrams every day
When I take it nothing changes
10 milligrams every day
I can’t take it nothing changes
10 milligrams every day
My impatience’s getting dangerous
10 milligrams every day
Reality I can’t face it
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11. |
Holes
04:21
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Pacing in my apartment till there's holes in my socks
I'm ready to drop, my finger's been itching the trigger of an emotionless jock
Who mocks my rebuttals when I stand there and talk to air
Waiting for someone there to come and knock on my door
Apprehend this glock and stop myself from kissing the floor
Like some kind of whore who get's off from the horror of torture
Picking at scabs with a dirty splinter and ash
I'm out of gas, I don't wanna think
Sing me lullabies of zombie sheep that are sheered at the shrink
Staggering on the brink of schizophrenia
Multiple people inside my head
Why are you hurting us, I'm not impervious
Armor is flesh and that bullet ain't courteous
If you go merge with it know that it's permanent
No restarts, no receipts, no record scratch, no returning it
The fire already dwindles on this candle light vigil
So if you fire that pistol just the sound itself will kill you
Free from echoing nightmares multiplying like mildew
Free from your mother's smile that forces you to continue
Free from the extra lives that she gifted but you just withdrew
Free from the curse of time, treasure and steal the still moon
Free from the strangers whispering that never tried to get you
Free from hating that person you want them to understand
You're such a fucking hypocrite, I can't fucking stand you
You wanna be alone but crave affection in a damp room
Pitying yourself writing these diatribes that consume
A chamber of mirrors, hear the rats in the walls
Behind it all you're plotting, they're plotting for our fall
Coincide your hatred ties for genocide of this vassal
Conjoined twins naw at each other in a culling
Traitors to your conception but can't turn it's disgusting
Nothing to offer anyone you might as well be nothing
Clutching a fake memory owned by data corruption
Hissing blue screens fade to black forgetting how to function
What's left is a shallow image reluctant to share a scrapbook
It wants to be scrapped in a pile of crook photographers
Accompanied by all the other selfish past forfeitures
Maybe I'll have identity
Maybe I'll make a friend of me
Maybe I could pretend to be
An entity loving recklessly
Instead of a sea anemone
Instead of my own enemy
Instead of depressed directory
In spite of the truth
Here I stand in the booth
Confessing to you
Talking in two's
Splitting the fool
Raising a coo
Boos from the king
Executing the zoo of animals in my shoe
I want a constant form, no shape shifting for loot
But when I finally conform what will be left of you?
If you're gone am I new or just a fraction of what I knew
It's like any result concluded in the end I always lose
Doomed to be food literally or metaphorically
No more of me physically or orally
I'm orbiting and torrenting personality
Cuz I've abandoned all sense of rationality
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12. |
Garden Hose
04:46
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Crashing comes the crescendo
Spectators watch in a compressed row
Fit to watch, not fit to perform
Don't wanna deal but you love the allure
I live with a constant disintegration without a cure
Every day's a rematch I cycle inside a constant tour
Only relate to my senses which I've grown numb to locked in a rotating door
My damage is sentient plotting the end of it
When I'm at precipice greater the drop
When does it stop, not when on top
Strangers just stand in an ignorant gawk
I'm tired of watering blades, I'm tired of plucking these petals
I mow the lawn, clip the weeds
Be done by dawn and wash my knees
Don't revel in dirt or I'll never leave
When the levy's concede it'll cleanse the ground
Weather the storm inside and out
My mom is scared when my head's held down
If I'm lost where I'm found
When I'm about to break down
I let it out
Let it out
Let it out
Let it out
In my secret place (In my secret place)
In my secret place (In my secret place)
In my secret place (In my secret place)
In my secret (In my secret)
Burning itch crawling in my throat that’s not a craving
It’s the bottom of a bottle bred necessity for ailing
The bottom of the barrel filled with ale and all my failings
Oil sparked on purpose I’ve become my own assailant
I laugh at Armageddon and I party with myself
A private get together in a clandestine hell
Clan of sole delusion, pills dancing from my inclusion
I’ve grown to fear I’m inhuman, excluded from institutions
Abandonment of prudence, speeding through red lights
Flickering catharsis but I grab my soul in mid flight
You hypocrite, you pussy, you’re construction with no site
You claimed you were a burning man with no heart, and no sight
Even if I try today my symmetry ain’t perfect
I don’t always think I’m worthless I just live without a purpose
Find nothing intoxicated while drowning in medication
Trials and tribulations composed by a detonation
I let it out
Let it out
Let it out
Let it out
In my secret place (In my secret place)
In my secret place (In my secret place)
In my secret place (In my secret place)
In my secret (In my secret)
Tending to metals, receiving no medals, a pyramid scheme with nature
Forced in a contract where I am the manager, and my depression's creator
No favors to be won, but I'm no longer stunned
Resolution in revelation
I know that I'm never done
I've just got to grow, water myself under the sun
And if I ever load a gun or bleed until it stuns
Suffocate my lungs or eat pills until I'm dumb
I'll never know the outcome of who really won
Actors always lose in a world ruled by the audience
Playing roles necessary for the situation at hand
But there's always demand to put back on our masks
You never wanted the real thing
If you did you'd have asked
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Xia-Dawn Miami, Florida
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I make beats and write raps on construction paper.
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