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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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