It's a spirit, it’s in the flesh, in other lyrics
It's an angel and a demon and a purgatory step
It's through a monitor, it’s whenever I'm closest with the otters
It's wondering if hours crafting it is truly worth it
Attacking every board and door and gate to fit the service
But sorta curious to if I'm strangling with serpents
It's everything inside that ties the energy between
And everything that every atom 'round me appears to be
It's the emcee, it's a ghost, it’s a presence
It’s the lack of a trophy or any scientific evidence
The peanuts for the elephant are lathered with a toxicant
Various pickles from our yard, we ain't unboxing them
This shit’s a boxing gym, the warlocks and war locks him in
Supplied with oxygen in short time the clock-a-spin
Badminton the bad written until I craft it in
Bad, bad kitten, quit lickin' on your abdomen
That shits irrelevant, you'll lack development
Malevolent to excellent, one line, fuck up your element
Modern paparazzi is just a public carcass
Without a self written destination it's just a project
Palm and step while I progress
You not used to that scene of shit get off your chest
I learned what all I had to need and then forgot the rest
I feel my life is not complete if I don’t give my best
But still I feel the part that guarded me
Embedded in my artery
And honestly I'm satisfied to form my own discography
Embalming me for all to see
And journey through the odyssey
Apology for rambling and telling you not to fuck off
But similar the moral of the story, maybe should fuck off
Engulf your own oval headquarters
With less of mortars and more of borders
Soon sea waters be more inspires and less virus
Papyrus in his vitals, now I treat me like his idols
It's never square to my loves the 8-6 owns a wedding ring
Tugged through this pollution
It's a blistered brain with rested shame
For petty fame to bargain lots at Chesapeake or BOK
Me are a saint that missed the plane
But not a saint the record states
Leave empty plates and kiss the flame
Then turn and feast on anything
Eclectic name to pick the game
And land on what this headache bring
To speak his pain with tested aim
Walk through the arch with fists of clay
It's been one hell of a trip with these two 50 foot chains
By my side
It's a spirit, it's in the flesh, in other lyrics
It's an angel and a demon and a purgatory step
It's through a monitor, it's whenever I'm closest with the otters
It's wondering if hours crafting it is truly worth it
Attacking every board and door and gate to fit the service
But sorta curious to if I'm strangling with serpents
It's everything inside that ties the energy between
And everything that every atom 'round me appears to be
It's been one hell of a trip with these two 50 foot chains by my side
Seen a truth, seen a lie
Seen a meadow, seen a sky
Seen an angel fly without it's wings
Seen a devil in disguise
Seen the water, seen a couple things that made me petrified
Seen it all, I've seen nothing, and everything in between
Seen a pendulum move side to side
For way too many fucking weeks
I've seen a burden, seen a boss and
The mask when it's falling off
Seen perfection and a mess tangled in the same web
Seen a promise land with all to give
But also know there's nothing there
Seen my fate, flipped the coin, it was a picture of a gate
Unrealistic either way, right?
But dominate to find the key
If I don't make the final plea, then I might never make the scene
The genes spied what your theme tied and then rewired
The scream cried ordains a shift to saccharide
Hydroplane through the battle scene with this poltergeist
All that I'll say with these two 50 foot chains is that I fucking tried
12/12/20