You see the darker days, sometimes can bring the common nights in spite, I carry rage like I was picking a fight, new levels, new heights, new eyes, new sight, what might this fight?
You turn it off if you don't like what I write, I guess it's like where you ran your light, where the wrongs feeling right, a new dilemma if I'm painting it right, no longer living it right, it feeling out of my soul, so I chose to seek my soul just short of nothing, my growth, so I approach my soul, your soul, in my lane you go, in my soul, so this is based on control, and if you're standing in the middle, no longer seeing yourself, then you won't step away from being closer to hell, but this is closer than hell, what if I'm fighting myself?
100 points that I can make of how exactly I felt, they say there's heaven in hell, the purgatory's where I dwell, see every breath I take, I can't decipher this mouth, oh well, it's just as what you better capture your life, when these clothes create a symphony, music style is how it got it
Night time street lights burn, can't tell left from right, cold rain to leave fog, but for now this is an ugly place, as tree branches scrape across the window like some vampire's favorite napkin
That's what I want to picture now, doorknob shiftin' the hotness of illusion on the coming down steps, so we can feel the fear it's here, we gotta save for a reason, who's the main that's grounded?
Hunting bigots down pitchforks and torch holders, gunning at your crown, this war will escort soldiers and big bongs fast, in my King Kong stance, it's a baton glass, life on is all black
Now I'm backboxed to this like Junior Gong Chance, and when this song blasts you can have like long pants, all the ones and zeros, this son's a hero, my gun's an arrow, and there's a scarecrow, and it pales a barrel with a digital barrel, these residual rare tones ring like singular cell phones, shooting binary streams, fused with vinyl regime, so when you're spying it seems like you reside in a dream, and my only team's a bunch of nicotine fiends, but I don't need a cigarette, no what I mean
Tell me why we die once, plus we die standing while you get picked off more than Eli Manning, I'm storing touchdowns like three point landings with boring rough sound, fuck refry, can't be nice
Night time, street lights burn, can't tell left from right, cold rain and leaf fog, but for now it's just an ugly place, as tree branches scrape across the window of some vandals' fakers down
I spread symphonies in a night, symphily on the mic, blissfully I recite from history to the light, compare my distorted view, direct through perceptions like hallucinogenics and mass ingestion
The future's incentive is a mess of new and genetics, with some conscious knowledge and stress, stay loosely connected, seductive just watch when brutal intentions leave you hypnotized before you even expect it, two for two, five for five, but after words of satisfaction seem to disappear like salad journal isolated, hide my face like grizzly atoms, you can hit the mat grizzly fashion like you're facing Ricky Hatton
I'm undefeated, no one's completed the twelve rounds and cease thank the Lord when they hit a bell sound, I'm a beast, Leviathan at the least, the Pax of Wolves howl along to the sands of my feet, try to keep the ground to my feet, watching blood smoke dance in the air like leaves in order to chris breeze, her to win his white trees, sure as high as trees, follow a demonstration of Scott Summer's IP
My vocals cause rotting bodies to spring from the grave and surround me present in their caves, I told them that they made the decisions and processed that, complex facts there within these bomb-ass brass
night time, street lights burn can't tell left from right, cold rain will leave fog with analysis of ugly places, tree branches scrape across the window like some vandals think they're dead
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