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