Became a fan of you
Fitting underworld is brittle but its pays now
You ain't nothing but a lyric and some guilt
Bitch you filth i ain't nothing but some doubt
Get a stout, suckle till it brings a mount
I know you distant but wearin the plot armor
Tell me your secrets i long for the snake charmer
Nothing but weed in some grass you a plank farmer
Bitch im the nether ive come to just rip it away...

Mind is abyss its a chamber of secret
I long for a second but given a locket
I open it quickly it gives me my fortune
Its war and the greed and it longs for my action
I breath up in air but my air it just thicken
Im lost in a prism and the power just quicken
The temperature colder i blink to dimensions
It keeps me in prisms with spiritual pensions

IVE GOT MYSELF DRESSED UP IN LIES
My breathing SLOWLY FRAIL
MY BEER JUST BROKE ITS SUBTLE TIES
Its closer I CAN'T FAIL
YOU KNOW ITS OFTEN SEVERED TIES
YOU CAN'T TELL?
YOU KNOW ITS OFTEN SEVERED TIES
YOU CAN'T TELL?
Apples 2 oranges, seconds to millions
Hours and hours its hours till trillions
Effortless signals, mean nothing but danger
I work with a flanger to hide every major
Im sick i need help but i call for assistance
It comes in the shape that just lack in existence
Im stuck in my cage & i look like an animal
Im just a creature thats short of a cannibal