1. |
Burning Suns
01:28
|
|||
Bring me back when the world is cured
I dreamed in black under burning suns
|
||||
2. |
You Don't Know
03:57
|
|||
While sun drenched blood-red hands hug suspects
Drum-stretched skin grins back in a mugshot
I pray sunshine lights paths of the once lost
Mud-pressed steps lie intact by a dug plot
Live pay-per-view of the paper cut militia
Where they hate to love a winner if you make it out the trenches
Flaming arrows came blazing down breaking our defenses
But I can’t complain I’m on a plane playing hard to get
Watching rain rain wash away, pain and arsenic
Walk of shame stayed weighted so I take it all in step
Painting counterfeits on my countenance in vain to blend in crowds
A mouth without an alphabet can’t shout it from the mountain tips
Bed of flowers head of matches catches til I’m left in black
Birds of prey may peck in packs, my vertebrates a Jenga stack
Peckinpah pecking paws inserting fangs in every hand
The purple stained the exit bags and turned the bread to ash
But you don’t know
Looked up to god but he jumped the shark and left me hell borne
Maybe it was a mirage or a facade I fell for
Asbestos in the head electric fences left the shell torn
I’m spellbound, tell me how you turned the sky to foil now
Let’s burn the midnight oil turn the insides gold
Learn to live like coal all the ghosts I know
Lurking in my home perfect form
When the part I cut looked just like red accordion
Breath ammonia each step reflects the mental loneliness
Babylon tower heart is acid washed catatonic
Static thoughts anaconda caws from the albatrosses
They build you up before they cast the stones
Place you in a grave then they dance upon it casting spells
Past lives plastic shells and vampires detach themselves
I’m in a world by myself I don’t need your help
Look at how the dreams all fell to pieces when you’d secret tell
Your shallow ways drowned your deeper self
But you don’t know
Costumes that are not decor
Lost within a foggy world
Monsters in the closet doors
To talk to them I stomp the floor
Morse code more skulls
Ossuary’s god-devoid
I’m so wary god forbid
I live in sin like martyrs were
Hundred teeth all carnivore
Puppeteers saw my bones
One of me there’s lots of them
Know why you broke my heart before
Dying’s just a part of war
Lies can seem too hard to form
L’appel Du Vide I call to voids
Sometimes I feel like Lobster Boy
Soar away so ornate
Coronate with sharpened thorns
Captive by the schadenfreude
Trapped inside the darkest sewers
Starving like it’s Yom Kippur
Starving like it’s kwashiorkor
Drown me like I’m waterboard
Get more than what you bargained for
Faustian got your soul
Down the street don’t cross the road
Godless souls don’t count the sheep
Know how to sleep in haunted homes
You don’t know where darkness forms
Supernova stars is born
One of me there’s lots of when
It rains it starts to pour
But you don’t know
|
||||
3. |
The Earth Was Empty
03:57
|
|||
If the earth is empty so am I
I don’t like to socialize
I’m so like the ocean tide
Back and forth so polarized
Used to be so Ultraviolet
You should see me open fire
Usually the ghostly type
Eulogies with no goodbyes
Hide my body below barren trees
Then spare me from the caring when despair comes from disparity
They’ll probably throw a party when they bury me
Stars and Saturns are just target practice when my barrels ring
Parity’s a parody these parakeets keep parroting
Anything they hear or see even if it’s heresy
Caroling carrying the notes they know no clarity
In Paris smoking kerosene to periscope in stereo
I toke until I’m aerial veins very varicose
Pain-bearing Dario Argento gentle terror strokes
Paranormal voices sound like karaoke
Echoes getting very low wary souls got buried with the marigolds
Looked up to father broke my neck everything got so complex
Reflections seeming older yet I know I haven’t grown up yet
Is this how it’s supposed to get? Kiss abyss til co-dependent
Sisyphus got stoned again lit candles wicks on both their ends
Acid spit til no ones left manuscript like rhododendrons
No descendants cold descent smoke arose with no dissent
Choke on roses poems left no one knows or noticed yet
Grow a lotus hope it's kept in focus quotes are so inventive
All my thoughts are constellations
Leave the population on the surface lost in observation
God is not who made him watch him talk amongst the ravens
Plus the piece I keep’s unregistered no Asalamalakum
I’m so vacant always seeking closure from the destitute
Lungs becoming numb its from exposure to the metal fumes
Locusts in my central view hopeless sentimental tunes
The earth is empty so are you its growing in my ventricles
Empty as the moon when the light glows
Empty as my view when the night falls
Emptiness consumes all my diodes
Empty as my tomb if I die old
|
||||
4. |
Ghostly Key
02:32
|
|||
Car fumes poisoning my state again
Darkroom I only see the negative
Only show one side its like I’m tidal-locked
Dark moons grow inside me like it’s 9 o'clock
Their knives are sharp but my pens a Ginsu pent against you
You Pentacostals can get pins in tissue pent up issues
I‘ll press a pistol at your temple if I’m pessimistic
This impressionism isn’t that impressive is it?
My rep is automatic sipping Cazadores lifting casket doors,
Red flags get the horns or pass the torch
I go through green I’m like a Master Sword
Ocarinas match the tones, golden sheen on cartridges I know the Link
Between music and the woe-is-me
In seeing beautiful in hopeless things
I’m piecing truth into these so-to-speaks
Notes’ll ring around me all resounding in a ghostly key
Sticatto spicattos sonatas in soprano
Get stigmata when the high notes go vibrato or legato
Obligatto for Da Capo, music is the language
When life becomes a prison you can use it to escape it
|
||||
5. |
Apple Valley
03:01
|
|||
My father used to give me 16 quarters for the coin-op
My mother used to try to give me orders I would boycott
I ignored good advice like it was poison
Palms pressed on head again to make the voice stop
Arm, leg, leg arm, head then Rakim
Coming out the noise box running from my choices
I never listened to the television
Hellish visions in my cell still they sell me prisons
Embellishments that I tell in prisms
Spell it eloquent without it feel irrelevant
Angels not compelled to visit
Cell-division when I split in half
Evil Ed it’s simple math I bleed a bit
For every single secret kept
And the terror builds a hundred fold
Please remove these bloody clothes
Carousel of ugly bones
Where it stops nobody knows
Bullet wounds like honeycombs
Poking through my sunny skull
ghosts of you still humming slow
Welcome to the nothing show
I used to wake up to sunlight in the orchard rows
Rosebuds ho-hum glum like I’m Orson Welles
Spoke a different language Orca whale
Stuck inside a war Othello summer nights in tortoise shells
Feeling like I’m born to kill morbid stills clung to lungs Bordetella
My father used to read me horror tales
Words struck me like a scorpion tail,
Every years the same now no more footprints on the playground…
Days passed like a train passed slowly
Flames massed beneath grey-cast skylines
I stayed sick I wouldn’t take that quinine
Bright light life became plain black twilight
Why lie? waylaid into nothingness
I used to find fireflies under honey crisps
Age made fine wine out of ugliness
|
||||
6. |
Carnelian
02:48
|
|||
Christ died but I didn’t left blood pools I lied in it
Find my penance inside penmanship sun rays bright lights emanate
Skies tend to break life imitates strife mental state’s what you make it
Roses froze on your shoulder cold I huff the fragrances hold em close
Olfactory bulb masterpiece poured gasoline on my brain again
Brain stem got plucked awe-struck hard luck came and went I remained relentless
Stained with scents so I take em in razorblades came to graze the skin
But I chameleon when I change again stone heart carnelian gradient
Alien radiant rays within, 86-ed from Arcadia
Thoughts so heavy cranium stayed uranium from not forgetting
That’s mania I stayed in cuts like salt assaulting my radius
Please save me from the solemn moment, call upon a savior
Your christ died but I’m alive in hindsight I might’ve died
Upon a cross with albatrosses fireflies in cyanide
Get acid washed or idolized I had to watch with idle eyes
Revitalized in Babylon I babble on in spiral lines
[Sadistik - Verse 2]
Christ lied through bluest opals rained so much turned to an ocean
Beautiful a new devotion fused to bone my cue to go
Like cuticles accruing silt from digging graves for funerals
My light is immutable I’ll highlight it with Luminol
Look outside my window wind blows intonate my impulses in tempo
Ten toes down memento crescendos left no sound echoes deftone
Chest full of the maelstroms how come death shows face when the clouds come out?
Mouth to mouth they breathe my breath I seek release then redirect
From down and out to Jesus wept Bout It Bout It it to The King of Death
I’ve been drowning out full speed aheadI found my balance on needle heads,
That poke the skin I pokerface can’t show the pain or opponents win,
Hold a vase full of frozen rivers shown displayed in open ribs
Your christ died but I’m alive in hindsight I might’ve died
Upon a cross with albatrosses fireflies in cyanide
Get acid washed or idolized, I had to watch with idle eyes
Revitalized in Babylon I babble on in spiral lines
Fear is just a mask
Fear is all we'll ever have
|
||||
7. |
Mothlight f. Natti
03:32
|
|||
I learned to die in a slight inertia
Verse a vice never vica-versa
Serpentine when I write in cursive
Curse inside me I’m dybbuk box-like
We’re still hiding within the moth-light
Ursa Minor or just the frostbite?
Compliment yet they clench their jaws tight
All their limbs get imprints of dog bites
Steal like Chris Paul get steel like Paul Pierce
You’re disciples a flock like Paul’s peers
Longinus all your ribs get hog-speared
Psalms and hymns make ‘em lift like God’s spirit
They talk of the fodder they heard through the vine
I walked on the water and turned it to wine
I’m rock of Gibraltar the words are divine
My hearts only darkness I learned to define
One hit blood-let em
Frank Booth in the booth come get love letters
Velvet tipped-tongue gun gripped in confession
But I be too lifted there’s trees in my chest
Ivy grew in him there’s keef on my breath
While they spewed venom I’d reach in the depths
Life is too pretty to keep me depressed
Wifey too gifted I keep her undressed
Disaster artist gets catatonic
Cats get skinned for acting brolic
Turn a hallway to a Jackson Pollock
Always choose my own lane
Turn your high horse to glue that’s low grade
I grew from propane, ablaze in tar-patch
Sank like Artax then bloomed a bouquet
I remain with my head in the clouds
Heart in the crowd
Shoot my remains in your veins
You're a part of me now
Open third iris, shut your arteries down
Touched by angel, got some head in the clouds
Dope, in the hood like white power
In the night hours, crown me king me
While the knights cower, throwing bright flowers in a light shower
As we parade across razor blades
On pins & needles and the beds we made
While Lady Luck plucks the heads she braids
For the dues we paid, debts we saved
Although prey became predatory
Too much truth nigga, dead the story
Too much proof killa, there's ya Vorhees
Get up through Jenner, where's your car keys?
You ain't seen shit & you don't know jack
Got no LoJack, can't track no way back
Hands too dirty start to feel like paws
Nails so strong they became like claws
Now you're only down for ya bitch and your dogs
Even bit the damn hand that was pitchin you raw
Under stench of the law, one phone call Man bites yall
Didn't leave the whole clip in your jaw
Asphalt don't talk, streets do whisper
Same bad hand with some brand new blisters
Toucan Sam with some brand new pistols
Block alarm clock sound a lot like missiles
We've got issues to rip through tissue
When death kiss you, she don't miss you
And she's unlisted, ain't no chances
You just missed it, ain't no dances
Forget that
|
||||
8. |
Neptune Skin
01:57
|
|||
Dreamt I was lost in space doing aerials
Solar flares in peripheral look like marigolds
Chest dissect throat full of herringbones
Strawberry moon so aglow with the pheromones
Close my eyes it’s Hieronymus Bosch
Chisel cold bones show a skull full of fog
Open wounds grew turning snow into salt
Orbit through gloom with the locusts and frogs
Hurricane mind cried perfect framed skies
Vertebrae changed to a serpent shaped spine
Circles stayed bright time so bird of prey like
Bounce between planets that reverberate cries
Staying silent in the nebulous
Neptune skin raining diamonds into emptiness
A mix of violence with delicate
Burning up alive until I am with the elements
Spontaneous combustion
|
||||
9. |
27 Club
02:22
|
|||
The silver-tongue of Silverlake psilocybin still awake
Ceiling’s strange watch the villains skin begin to peel away
Feel the pain you should be afraid before you meet your maker
I don’t need to pray I keep the hatred in my DNA
Like Saint Peter upside down inverted crosses all around me
If it’s evil let it in and if it isn’t not allowed
I’m balling out lost again in haunted houses
Copperhead with cottonmouth if I get crossed I cross em out
I’m walking through the fog like Ming the Merciless
Talking to my dog I’m David Berkowitz
Slaughtering the false I slay like Perseus
Watch me when I walk I’m making turbulence
I’m god to them you’re all my sons, okay?
I stay Copernicus burn em down like a church from Burzum now
Murder trial style,smile when the verdicts out versatile
I wanna see your blood to put some iron in it
Bottom feeding scum can meet the higher quicker
27 Club ain’t shit if I ain’t in it
All my heroes died at 27
So what's that mean if I'm not with them in heaven?
Dark dreams that I see through the depression
Guess I need to start meetin with the reverend
The wasps say it’s a phase that I’m going through
Look within I’m amazed by the point of view
God-like in a state of unholy fugue
John Wilkes linkin rows from a vocal Booth
Daisy-chaining my decaying state into a Great Escape
Razor blades trace the veins, crazy made me Baby Jane
LSD from the clouds, maybe I'ma make it rain
Tablets on your tongue, join the cult, let the flavor aid
Don’t forget my name when you’re burning the books
I been floating through space like a worm on a hook
On a steady diet of depression and petty violence
Some drugs make me energized others gave me heavy eyelids
Mesmerized by the darkness inside me
I should be dead I’m a carcass surviving
I dug a grave in the center of the galaxy
I made it shallow to reflect your personality
|
||||
10. |
||||
10. Disappear featuring Gifted Gab & Mibbs
I dream blue Blue Dream makes my lungs full
Levitate slow grew wings from the blunt smoke
Sun-stroked bloke spews green out a cut throat
Never Div the pack gift of gab been a blood oath
Is this pact of trust or just hope?
Or Zarathustra that Thus Spoke?
My girl body hottie in the plush clothes
Momma sold the shottie but my Rottie got a snub nose
Yo look at all the bodies when in flood mode
GODMODE paint a Rothko with the gun smoke
Put my open heart up in the Prado
Back it with the dead canned laughter from a talk show
Left-Hand Path until the moss grows
I’m in outer space just a lost soul
I saw a bird floating right above my palm
Though, swallows singing crossbones like it’s gospel
I can roll a blunt better than them bitches in Havana
Ask your baby daddy he’ll say I’m a bad mamma jamma
Baby I been spittin grammar since Bananas in Pajamas
I don’t know what ya’ll hittin on but my shit go Hammer
So hammered, eyes slanted, red light yeah I ran it
Too hot, no plan on landing anytime soon
Zoom through, that’s the moon in the rearview, how cool
Now you roll two before the vibe’s blew
Volume turned up til the dial broke
Hotboxing in the space boat, wild smoke
Not you rolling down the window, wow bro
Put a couple clouds in the sky from the pounds blown
One night I hit the indica and started thinking
Why don’t eggs taste like chicken?
What come first the egg or the Chicken?
Is the universe glitching or am I trippin
In Tampa got some shrooms and started mixin
We was on tour wit Mac Miller that shit was different
Rest in peace to Mac Miller that was my nigga
I think that tour was the moment when he start sippin, tho)
All the greats get lifted
Willie Nelson rolls joints while he get his braids twisted
Snoop threw me a blunt in mid convo wit some bitches
Got high wit Wiz & Spitta when they first minted their friendship
Too many stories this a snippet, nothing specific
Were all pretty high & this dinner is delicious
Im finna disappear in this joint right here
|
||||
11. |
Where You Want Me
03:08
|
|||
My lady made a copper crown changed me to a proper noun
Maybe I’m a meteor but you could never comet down
She floats across the kitchen floor in a cotton gown
I kiss the sores Mrs. soars like a spotted owl
In candlelight you’re my dandelion pollen count
Anywhere you step no longer common ground
We’re feeling cosmic when we talk amidst the lost and found
Revealing sonnets when my heart emits staccato sounds
Home alone sipping sauvignon til we’re comatose
My holy ghost eyes like jewels in two gopher holes
Frozen in a photo frame saved within the Kodachrome
Bouquets that you grow displayed radiate from chromosomes
I wrote a poem for you everyday
I hope you know that you’re the death of me
We turn the moments into reverie
You got me where you want me now I’m hoping that I never leave
I was found inside a black hole everything you touch turns to a floral scene
Beauty under surface perfect coral reef
Aquamarine aura forms around a sorrel queen
Laurel wreaths and flora born beneath another storming sea
I’ll wade it out weighted down by your fragrance now
Choral queen sings and then the quarreling is ceased
Anchors down wait it out until sun-rays come out
Sacred vows can change a quarantine to a shade of forest green
What a fantastic world to set fires let ‘em play in ashes
Animals and empires that ventilate to gas
Hands curl like a dead spider skin is made of glass
We can dance under the red skies like immolated matches
Watch the smoke come from the evergreens
Spelling quotes of how you better me
I hope you know you make the embers breathe
You got me where you want me now I’m hoping that I never leave
|
||||
12. |
||||
It’s torture to me cuz now I’ve become accustomed
Forced out of routine, I’m like the leaves when the gust comes
Winded, can I achieve what I once was?
Always was so timid and not touchy with my loved ones
Too busy putting someone’s somebody above some
All I give yet given nothing, grumpy picking up crumbs
People telling me i’m something, giving up thumbs
As if to know it is to feel it but I’m just numb
Stunned I’m not, can’t untangle the stomach knots
Do drunken talk, unstable and stumble, walk
Away from problems but unable to snub the thoughts
How much longer till doves and angels of us can swap?
Hiding’s enough betrayal I’ve done it lots
Lying saying I’m tough as nails like what a crock
Hard to accept change, it doesn’t stop
Till one day you expect rain and it doesn’t drop
It’s raining outside anchors of mine weigh on my mind
I pray for a sign praising the sky’s sacred design
Take in the sights painted in spite pain and the strife
Arrays of the light erase the night make it mine
I stay to myself state of my life halos on fire
I waded in hell wasting my time angels have died
There’s mazes and lines razors and mines fakers and mimes
Tracing the lines plagiarized savor the times,
Maybe I’ll shine but I’m made to decline am I?
Tasting the wine divine made from your Christ I’m blind
Patient I’m pacing praying embracing the vacant
Rage against light that’s dying aching aside I’m fine
Look alive still I’m flayed with a knife
Took it in stride villain mosaic design
Crooked lines undefined I’ve been saving for god
Sanctified Monet-like colors raining outside
|
||||
13. |
Rainclouds (Part Two)
03:32
|
|||
One step away when I stand on the terrace
Kill what I hate made me channel Ramirez
Casting my body in Plaster of Paris
Gas light looking like a gun’s to his head
Little black cloud follows me like a stray dog
When I have doubts rain falls on my halo
No matter the issue thoughts never lessen
Adam and Eve still taught me a lesson
Why make it sweet if they won’t let you eat it?
Get what you want and they won’t let you keep it
Serpents assertive they’re showing their teeth
Their words for the birds it don’t show on my feed
I love myself better than you I’m in Heaven
If hell is the present I meant it for you
Did I mention I mended the wounds
They amended the truth ‘til it fit an agenda for you
Now watch me bloom I talk to moons
I walked the plank stayed all consumed
You’re false-accused,I’m fossil fuel
Too far from you inopportune
It’s always dark I’m nocturnal
I fall apart by molecules
Become distrusting I’m not immune
If you don’t love my ugly it’s not for you
On the outside looking in always
Get on my case it’s a cold case
Head full of cases from short-range
Head full of flames get the propane
Anyone in range gets the sulfate
That’s an acid bath for the plastic ones
Storm-chasing’s fine but there’s more to life
Everyday is like an act of god
Formations form until I’m fortified
One step away with no sign of relief
Watch how I slide when I glide on a beat
Say what I mean so I die with a meaning
Matter over mind when the mind is in need
Won’t find reprieve my assaults relentless
Absolve the vengeance, pour salt in a circle
Ward off the henchman, no god attendance
Or virtue look how they mock and desert you
I’m a bag of skin that’s on display
Phantom Limbs still poking wounds
Re-animate what rots away examine it
Attach the skin and hope it moves,
On a kill streak with no attachments
Heart is so freezing Nome Alaska
No cap mama used to sing until her breath froze
Exoskeleton that won’t crack ever you can quote that
I listen when they’re fishing thick skin gets ripped when
They talk out their gills with indifference quick to nit-pick
If its different then watch how it feels from a distance
I earned my presence wasn’t gifted
I turned the seconds into minutes
I’ll burn the heavens if I feel like it
You could lose it in an instant
I’m showing the glass I felt in my soul
No wonderland when I fell in a hole
Embracing the weak leaves a shell of the whole
I take what they leave watch it melt into gold
Like the plastic ones
Storm-chasing’s fine but there’s more to life
Everyday is like an act of god
Formations form until I’m fortified
|
||||
14. |
Blue Tree Meadow
03:23
|
|||
Shotgun in my mouth the one that god forgot about
Paint a Pollock on the wall hieroglyphics for the fall
I exist in mortal coil life just isn’t for us all
Tried to find the silver bullet lining in a waterfall of Morton Salt
Projecting suicidal thoughts
Life-rafts they threw grew to nooses I endured
I gave my heart away so they could brutalize for sport
I ate up all the pain until it grew inside my pores
I’m porcelain ignoring any moment I’m alive
When the Angels that I cry to are frozen in the sky
(They don’t listen)
I’m sickened by the vultures in my mind
Always sulking in the lies so I soak em in some lye
(When I visit)
Matador gored by two cattle horns
Center is an apple core joy is an afterthought
Made of matter but I matter not laughs are aftershocks
Alabaster albatrosses captured in an act of god
No need to fear the devils hands leaving here in exit bags
Hell is other people, right? Tell em I don’t need my light
Dreams of mine ending with the deicide
Even I’m upended by the scene of my intentions
(A sea of imperfections)
A dog hiding from the dog days
God died below the crawlspace
Only onyx in the hallways
Chosen topics always toxic
Watch it make my heart ache
The tar tastes sweet the hard rain’s sleet
I know I’m celestial but the star-gaze ceased
Swallow all the medicine til sharp pains leave
Never chummy I’m just chum when the sharks came to eat
Hands they extended look like open mouth squid
Amiss in the abyss friends will throw him down quick
Buried in a shallow grave no one found him
In Aokighara Forest or an Overtoun Bridge
|
||||
15. |
Mulholland Drive
03:02
|
|||
Going 55 down Mulholland Drive
I smell the pollen from the columbines
Baby I am yours I'm your concubine
Drunk off the falsified gods and their watered wine I swallowed pride
The author writes what he authorized
I watched the water rise higher in this jar of flies
I caught her eyes before they cauterized
I saw the heights of the sickness it's a symptom of the Modern Times
I don't subscribe to the popular thought
I stay unpopular hide with the poplars in thought
And play philosopher a populace without a proper cure
But hydroponic chronic kind of a connoisseur
We're all a bunch of liars make sure your con is sure
They conquer viewers with constant mantras to mock in chorus
While carnivores eat each other I just watch in horror
I'm not surprised but I wanted more
So I'll cuddle with the cuttlefish fish for love cut my wrists
Sip the blood come to grips that maybe I just like the taste
Save me from the tidal waves spare me the recycled phrases
In a chariot the angels carry me to higher places
I don’t serve the masters like domestic dogs
Had to let my passions kill my past to resurrect a god
All my exes dead and gone excellent who’s the next to go?
Heart grew smaller over time that’s why I call it nesting doll
Pushing 95 on the 405
Bout to put my ride on its side, prolly won't survive
Proposing we toast an explosion, noone should cry
When I die, throw the noblest notions of me aside
Let your mind hold the coldest devotion frozen in time
No goodbye, feed that regal lie through a needle's eye
Redefine what it means to recline in seats of iron
So when I throw my rope in the sky just leave me high
Hold the line, when I lead to the brine I sea divine
Sleet or shine, free the Clementine from my feeble Mind
Paralyze, no one knows where you go when you expire
So desires can be deified if you're feet to fire
Tree Of Life, might go hasty when I seek to see the light
If I'm reading right, it's a sign I'ma leave tonight
Might take the exit off the 105 pushing 105
Bout to put my ride on its side, hope I don't
|
||||
16. |
Quietus
02:49
|
|||
I think this is my quietus, instincts always sing quietest
Turing has been quite a test , I blink and I’m on fire
I don’t wanna go outside, got the weight of the world inside
Gums flap but they’re misguided, thumb tacks stick into my eyelids
In dreams I can see violets, I weave in between silence and
Screams when I seek solace in things that don’t bring solace
I think I can reach Zion one day if I bleed often
Roam catacombs I hide in Burn bridge til I live island
Burn bridge til I’m with sirens Furnace when I get fired up
Her kiss can rescuss vitals Joan Arc at the witch trials
Watch world through a bleak iris In a field full of pink iris
I’m filled up with grief lifeless But still want to be righteous
I think this is my quietus, instincts always sing quietest
Turing has been quite a test, I blink and I’m on fire
No love on a strict diet, coal heart turned into a diamond
Poke holes in it with a trident, if you don’t care why’d you try then?
Cry oceans to Poseidon, will they listen, do they hear you?
Send locusts from the Bible, ten plagues sitting in my clear blues
Tip-toeing while I’m on a tight-rope, see evil while I wear a blindfold
No fear we’re all gonna die soon, those tears must’ve been a typhoon
My fantasies ring violence, my pen only inks ricin
These sea levels keep rising, see hell when I read climates
These preachers are never pious, my teachers we’re better liars
I sleep on a bed of razor blades, love letters unrequited
I think this is my quietus, instincts always sing quietest
Turing has been quite a test, I blink and I’m on fire
Feel stuck in between vices, ignored all of their advices
Set mines detonate my mindset, dead eyes looking in my windows
Bread crumbs leading through the wildwoods, Redrum when I hold that knife grip
Cold shoulders so I get the ice-pick, turn any moment to a crisis
Is it loss if I have to die young? Time go by with the bygones
Die twice like a messiah, why try when I’m pariah?
God strike me with your lightning, my neck hang it by a kite-string
These strings puppeteer violins, these wings leaving me flightless
Poke holes when I get defiant, before the ghosts all begin to riot
Never know what the total price is, without dark we can’t see the light hit
I think this is my quietus, instincts always sing quietest
Turing has been quite a test, I blink and I’m on fire
|
||||
17. |
GODMODE
04:08
|
|||
Rainfall rainfall, come until the pain’s gone
Wash away the small-talk cutting me like chainsaws
AWOL change blue views with the cray pas
Sketch it with crayons embed it in chaos
I’m better than they are make sure they all taste salt
When they utter my name make em numb with licain
Migraine lay up under my brain why change
When there’s none in my lane I reign while
Drops fly down just to wash my crown
Deluged when the god cries out, they choose
To be moth-light bound, I knew my noose
Was a tear-drop shape on a off-white clown
Watch em grow into trees that I roll for relief
When I smoke disappear then I’m gone in a blink
All my spit turned to pearls then I broke it in pieces
Take out my skull just to soak it in bleach
All I ever wanted was the pain to appease I’m afraid
All I got was a change of the seasons,
make me believe in the phase of the beast
I release when I trace it in cement and leave it
The rain makes the leaves wet (buried under sea-level)
Stayed on the defense (wary of the she devils)
Talks are so toxic I’m not interested
I live in the underground walking with lepers
Oxygen levels are nada persona non grata
I author stigmata armadas of trauma
I’ll burn with the gods I’m a martyr
Then turn it to Autumn Sonata de nada
De Sade on the Marquis, I’m dodging the harpies
A part of me’s lost so I follow the heartbeats
If I’m made of water that comes from the rain
Then the waves that I’m on are a part of my body
GODMODE
Downpour, downpour tell me what you drown for?
Precipitate tears then I wait til the clouds form
Monsoon weather they all flock together, same feather
Peacock blue neon hue freon grew
Frostbitten bones tossed to the shore
Talk to the ghosts when they knock on my door
Got lost in the snow with a pocket of posey
Posthumous flow from the god of the lonely
Watch when he glows in the dark and the insects come
Get stuck in the fishnet tongue, press luck til the kismet hums
Kiss death when the lips left numb, on a voodoo doll
When the pins get stuck
And The pain wouldn’t wane so I stayed in the grey with a misspent love
Won’t play their charades it’s a dangerous game
Two graves that I made while I rained on parades
In the eye of the storm where the tides are enormous
Ice on the shoulder the mind is a fortress
Light from the smolder providing the warmth
Why live by the pen rather die by the sword
My god I’m lost in the height of the fog
Time stops when it grinds to a halt
Find what I lost, died on a cross, price of the alms
Write highlights as a shrine for the gods, shine bright
Like a light in a tunnel when I lie in the rubble
They admire the struggle, I’m trapped in cocoons
With the lightning and thunder that I hide in my jugular
Providing my blood for the Draculas too
Come die in the mud cut ties with the sun
Only clouds come out when its time for the flood
Ultraviolet flux, I decline in a flash
Why define what is nothing when I am just ash
GODMODE
|
||||
18. |
||||
I am the Bringer of the Light
The singer of the demons and the feeder of the fires
The keeper of the lie people use to free their minds
Kush burns when burning Bushes bloom their secrets in the night
I am seven headed hydra you cremated all the angels
The Heaven-sent pariah you created as a scapegoat
I watched you plant a poison seed “for surely you will die”
So am I the Great Deceiver or the person in the sky? Tell me why
[I am The Shepherd of the Sheep
The curer of the lepers and the shelter for the weak
I am the conscience in your head before you speak, I am everything
Without the suffering and grief you’d never hear the Heavens ring
I made the Serpens to present them with a choice
I pulled you from the stars while they listened to your voice
So now who’s the real victim the created or creator?
I gave the world beauty and they blame it on the Savior, look)
Why would you create a wooden cross to watch your son die?
(There’s not a sunrise I wouldn’t cross to watch the son rise)
I’m tired of the cryptic speech riddles and the mystery]
When misery is present you don’t fix it or give sympathy
You clipped my wings I used to be an angel you remember that?
[If I recall Non Serviam was your choice of epitaph]
I always do the dirty work punishing the sinners
I’m the hero that the world deserves you’re nothing but an image
[What if suffering’s a gift to learn the value of the moments?
And Serpens necessary to deliver their atonement?]
That’s bullshit the only Hell I see is the world you made
[You never understood the real meaning so you lurk in flames]
You stripped them naked then made them feel only shame for it
[I script the sacred they disobeyed and they paid for it]
Self-righteous demagogue applauding when they writhe in vain
While you’re right as rain you write the rain until they die in pain
|
Streaming and Download help
If you like Sadistik x Kno, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp