[Intro]

Here lies the end...(x6)

[Verse 1: Mestizo]

Hunger for victory, no running, dodging wall

Changing angles, setting out for success

Maintaining a healthy balance of sophistication and barbaric hatred

Lose a battle boxing with God

I got knocked down, then lifted up

See, over here you don't need talent, only connection to blood and nerve

Searching no more, I could pick apart your hurt

Devour your weak spirit, spit out a perfect death

It’s always eatin' time, no calls for unrest

Sleep well, eat better, and battle until your bones disappear

Everyonе wants a little piece of Hеaven here

Leavin' Hell for me to deal with-- good thing I’m raised with demons and devils under the watchful eye of the king

Another cross to bear, these words serve as a purpose I can (?)

Watching wild wolves feast on dogs caught in snares

'Cause when it's feeding time, nothing tastes sweeter than the berries of revenge, yeah

[Chorus]

It lies the end(?)... (x4)

[Verse 2: Doseone]

I am now, and I stress: less

Coastal, less has-to-have, shattered carafe hopeful

Cast crafting the vast last resort of amassed vocals

Wait, that's still me? Wow

But, it's different now, I mean it

Like exposed bone, on fire homes, or enduring the difficult alone

As of late, fate feels so set-in-stone, so instead of the pen, I open the phone

What will the world lesson me? Rhetoric jeopardy? Rhetoric shopping, rhetoric jeopardy?

Oh, I get it, we all connect and beget mess

But I guess it is more technical... No? Yes? I digress

Last night I could have (?) death: tooth aching, I felt cold, impatient

I went to go close the window when a raven came in

It held a pen in its jaws, ox and poppy blossom in either claw

It was clear this bird was here to party

I'm sorry, did I say party? Not hardly -- I meant revenge

Maybe it was sent by an old friend whose fondness for me had come to an end? No...

The government, then? Or me, from the future?

But when? This is all getting intense, and very un-zen

Again, I'm alone with this raven, packing smack razor and pen

Like a post-post-post omen-en, very Cro-nen-en-en-en-berg

Growing more disturbed, this all starts to serve urge

And stir the curved bone in my heart that deserves words

And then it's all a sort of a blur

I know I coerced the pen from the bird and wrote what you just heard

And the rest kind of, like, explodes into night

Guess at some point, the raven took flight

I just... I just... I just hope I chose right

[Outro: Doseone & Mestizo]

I wouldn’t say I’m hearing voices

It's more vowel-style noises

Come from my many made choices

Nonetheless, they are powerful poisons

I wouldn’t say I'm hearing voices

It's more vowel-style noises

Come from my many made choices

Nonetheless, they are powerful poisons

I wouldn't say I’m hearing voices

It's more vowel-style noises

Come from my many made choices

Nonetheless, they are powerful poisons