Four rooms, a ceiling and a floor but there's (close to insanity) A desk with a light, a window and a door (close to insanity) One bottle of the bluest your iris ever saw (close to insanity) One child prodigy a vision in his core (close to insanity)
(yeah, yo) I'm frost bitten, away titanic burden nurses Where the anti-hero clergy purge their value burning And warped was I huddled the influenza fresh Meshed with impressions appear to shrink before my very breath These of woe and malice and mirth initiate a wave crash Splashing my offspring graves prior to it's looking bleak Malarky farce crooked and sleek emerald eyes glow I'm in a freak side show OK I strobe effects when I blink So I resign this line When linked we let our fall and pilots stall With what I sing open lash light and dark clash to dim the wattage Then see the eyed dry grays and supplied fiery colossus Well I am a guiding yet pushed beneath the crazes climate behind the levy while the stubborn rivers rise and feel this I wish heavenly brevity centered hate pedigrees of dead serenity God damn have remembered me It clinched me, it wrenched me, me to employ it Apprehended me and me suspended in its voyage How these tables have Hand to the bottle with the skull and cross bones off the label Sip the ladle drank the begging for dead Concerns off with a tread and leg in a web triple-six couriers beckon they fled OK OK I get it Let 'em shake a little release 'em Like as if hysterics would leash on banded completion Odium, patience ran his commando Just a stretchin' to touch tranquil but couldn't quite catch the angle I'm trained as corner stone troopers So my tray within a heart of hearts still up and parched, come on
(yeah, yeah, it)
I'm a observer alerted not yet retreating (close to insanity) The climate stubbornly slightly above freezing (close to insanity) Now everybody in the populis awaited my (close to insanity) I spit a billion tiny brilliant white into the sky (close to insanity)
amused by the way the fuse burn By the way the clues churn in front of my To fertilize of concern for me for we For he who's sucked the trench fully dug I don't pull the plug Hug on my canteen like in a Centipede leader speedin' through a greed league I can by the way the needs bleed from a seed If the breed should have ever been bread said
Whether compared to caterpillar and To or a spark's soon a bloom to a surge All I need is the nourishment, the and the burn To ascend a number to grave blade runner Hunter, cleric, swordsman, like I'm walking with a broken mood ring Mood swingin' from the mezzanine to bevel the edge My team's settled on the to pledge like that.
In the it rains buckets of hunger pains In the it's the same with an added climate change The remaining two quadrants balance the values equally for midrange Yet the songs of thirst remain the You could turn the whole cold to liquor Hell, split the ocean on its seams if it boosts esteem I never lend of attention lest my brethren signal fresh So do magic miracle worker I'll remain unimpressed For the flux, the fix, the For the fact little Billy up the block obtained a lovely hand cannon I'd examined auto pilot (right) when won (yeah) Concluded the few tuned with were now targets of his movement (oh shit) It's intriguing, yet I guess I somewhere something was leaking Now I honor delinquent Bring runaways frayed boogie bastard clicks To glass stature walking graph characters Militant dance the sun and sip the filament Tracer, is to lab rat primes try to grace these sacred lips with his maze or a dirty wine He knew, he the substance just to mock the lesser budgets Then sought off all trickery bought off the and screamed victory Tunnel through the infested grillage and the rig As fast a Aesop and his ten little fatigued could dig trigger revenge Tip the goblet in the dirt my words spit in the puddle Peace to faint struggle the out and duck out
(yeah, check, huh, uh)
Now, all hail defenders of the trash (close to insanity) I was hidden, yet I in just to rip the mask off (close to insanity) I'm seventy-six inches of all the sounds (close to insanity) So y'all could dig me six feet my eyes would still be over ground (close to insanity)
(It's that)