Filling baths with the blood of traitors
Withered faceless being
No smiles for the son of ages
Cutting plates slept rage until wars uncovered sacred style
Swept other players between an impenetrable cage and an end sudden
Face it
Ten sullen days slept to retreat through dreams
Weak as speech tested in conversation
That needs to cease five minute windows
Style killing syndrome
With an intro that established a rhythm that finished limbo
As harmful desires stick
Swallow it for that past shit
No further sunrise than the complication its marked with
It is carnage incarnate
Feel the harshness
Peel it off from the turntable and halve it
Man Im laughing
An artist filmed flipping carpets
See the skeletons beneath it
Rhyme tilting reason
Kept three bottles for the weekend
Rebuttal for nonbelievers
Honestly, hotter dreams have seen consciousness on an easel
Pass the canvas and a glass of Commissioner
Bad superstition is havin me attack within minutes
Of having a sip and then Im askin if I actually did this
Why is rap to me attractive and different
No understanding in anxious lives
Man will die
Youll live, unhappily analyzed, flaws advertised
What is hopeless
What is golden, who is overthrown
But its still composure until its over for the moment
Get me from no control of this life inside an enclosure
Visions of the sun and you
Hold me through slow Octobers
Patients in an ocean of hatred are grown
Pain stunning known aces with subtle flows for their cold station
The beat plays to the night mist
You of severed dreams
Feel acute energies in your stomach when life desires it
Time uninvited
What inspired this was the divine,
Full of sounds still that burn breaking the silence
Searching for free time in manifestations of kindness
Free skill inside them
Harvest real killer rhymes mended in violence
Children drugged for the times
Limited expectation is hiding
Within the lines of the forced repetition of students
Teach exclusion and a flawed dead rendition of movement
For the youths
Theyre still so called by the few who will use them
But theyve used this for you, then
And a useful mover with the lie within you introduced
And I am up-
Rooted for the doctors who will fix me
Until I am unfixable in history
This bleeds throughout all the moments that I am involved in
All impulses flee death and are lifes components