Sparking spiffs and blowing kisses at the pavement, my souls asleep and vacant and morbid to leave you shaking
Shriveling faces my nasals gobble these fragrances, I don't know who Satan is, is it true I'm Satan bitch? Am I a raging satanist or am I just an atheist?
Words are feeling weightless and these bars are seeming painful, shit
Fuck it, gimme just a second when I'm aiming down the barrel of this magnum, and this lead is feeling shameless
Brainless when I'm saying shit rapping verses I made no need to complicate, murdering this beat is what I contemplate
I'm the higher power, and no matter what the stakes its either music or my life you must know which one to take, yea
In my basement I've been smoking up an eight and I've been staring at the ceiling with a heart that's filled with hate and I've been, steady escaping these toxic thoughts that are lingering
Atlas spit some facts now that all the people are listening

What if religion was a system of beliefs
That was only meant to symbolize the demons we defeat
And once the passages within the holy books and all the hymns
Were taken literal, we started personifying them
And what if life and death were pages on a novel that we made
Coexisting on opposite sides of a singular page
And a flip from one to next would only lead from life to death
The way a stop midway through travel leads you to another train
And what if dreams are really windows into somewhere colored rose
Where depression and the negative are easily disposed
Like a memory from childhood that haunts you in the moments
When your thoughts are so distracted, you forget that you're alone
And what if "what if questions" only exist in our mortal realm
As a way for those who understand to feel less overwhelmed
By the possibility that infinity is a landmark
And presents itself like a bonus scene in a film
But what if none of this is real? would you be surprised
If you were lying to yourself whenever you opened your eyes?
Because it's common knowledge now that what our brains perceive as real
Are chemical generations of our design that we feel
But what if none of this is real? would you be surprised
If you were lying to yourself whenever you opened your eyes?
Because it's common knowledge now that what our brains perceive as real
It's nothing but a lonely road where you can always hear the tires squeal