[Verse 1: Doseone]

To implode formally, alone and cordially

Or bang it out and allow world absorb more of me

Sight shorted, he expects some other outcome

From the same distorted feed

Already angled to album and anonymity

Tangle of cranked volume and productivity

Night drip clickless

Vice grip depicting my Mike Smithness eclipsing

The capacity for who's still listening

For the sound of the skull whispering

Stock plans for an elaborate avalanche

Once drawn by now-gone hands

Down to the very last dead man

Frozen, down to the very last omen

Down to the swole white coals of your intelligence quotient

Aim for the quiet the dope opens

By explode into coping, murmuring a hopeful old slogan

About drinking the right potion and rules that are best left broken

And that bear you've been poking won't stay in slow motion

These demons are [?] whole lot of feelings you dare bear hand holding

All while [?] holding knives, you're the vulnerable type

Under a hundred miles of ice

Living your best still life

Like skull, bread, and blossom in a slice of blood moonlight

I try[?]

Dreaming my anxiety and trying to see that shit quietly part of me

[Verse 2: Mestizo]

Never said I'll criticize hypnotize

Put aside all the hidden (?)

Let me know your tears are turned to pride and pushing towards a wiser way

Give in the pressure prize of being alive

I wanna be where the water ain't tainted

I wanna be where the air tastes sweet

I wanna be where the wild things grow

I wanna be where heaven and earth meet

Long gone are the days of my devils dancing

[?] asking with no compassion

And the bitter ways know no when

And the thirst for the soul is never questioned

So I keep smashing gavel and hammer, crafting outlasting

Covering ground, making tracks, but they haven't been found

Wreckage left for dead and then salvage the sound

Treasure buried in the head, malnourished, but how come the foul flourish?

The fear itch, but its breath only fueled by belief

Subordinate bow in service and only scratch the surface

Saking nails[?]; how absurd, chasing tails

And only solidarity known for breaking spells

He who obey and look the other way

Might as well dig a cave and suffer in cell

Blessed is a fish out of water, find a shelter under a shell

In a ditch for the author who wrote with a purpose a version of hell

Cursing earth, just creating another version of himself

I wish you well, I wish you would get to know yourself

Flicker in the sun like the mineral that you are

And swim amongst the sea until your bitterness is ajar

And puts an end to this misery

How far?

I try[?]

Dreaming my anxiety and trying to see that shit quietly part of me