Piss into the Void
And leave it written in the noise
Spit it from the heart and rejoice
From the sky comes a voice yea
Piss into the Void
And leave it written in the noise
Spit it from the heart and rejoice
From the sky comes a voice ye
You willin' to die for this
 
Say it hot or say it not
Cause it should feel like yu just writ it on a rock
Yu should feel it every time the perc knock yeah
When the bass strings wobble that's God tier uh
Feel it in ya heart chakra
Feel it intеrfere with the dark mattеr
Feel it fog and power up ya heart stone
Feel it strike three notes in a bards tome
 
For all the souls that went through hell and came out writing
I sing
Or all the souls that live life reciting
I sing
This is for all the souls that fell to knee but went down singing
I dream
And for all the souls inaudible who fall to those with fortunes told who ball in gold with a Portion owed to mortgage homes and J.P. Morgan's bones
I scream
And to everyone else
God's gonna cut you down
The wind doesn't make a sound
100 souls joint at the ground
The truth's gonna cut you down

Wage a war against the unreal
As they pray to darkness on a sun wheel
To touch and therefore first feel
To every written verse kneel
Charge atop your chosen obversed seal
Carved in the dirt with your heel

I've been lost
Follow the core
I follow my own footsteps
I've been here before

The spit on my pop shield
The thing that got Pac killed
The thing that pressed the Water Mark in west roman crop fields
Craft a drum outta moonstone
And strike it on the mountain into rune tones
Shout it into existence and the clouds will form in an instant

Sound to light stay consumed with it
Re-melodise to soon forget
For daedal that Daedra standing moonlite
Bearing a petunia
So when you walk that whale bone bridge
To scrolls unearthed in Ugarit
Have not a single thing laid on your tongue but Hallelujah
Piss into the Void
And leave it written in the noise
Spit it from the heart and rejoice
From the sky comes a voice
Piss into the Void
And leave it written in the noise
Spit it from the heart and rejoice
From the sky comes a voice

When the truth becomes a myth
Entombed by a thick fog
Adorned with a crown of thorns and a veil of nettles
Through the blindness, slog
Pull down the boarded door
To the church within
Up to a stone font
Let the water wash over your skin