Sheol, sharpen the wit wit’ the faith

Seal, mark of the sin is a stain

Heal, harvest the pit in a grave

Real, marchin akin to the fake

Sheol, sharpen the wit wit’ the faith

Seal, mark of the sin is a stain

Heal, harvest the pit in a grave

Real, marchin akin to the fake

The trees made of resin resemblin Teflon

Eve painted sin from the devil’s oppression

Key to containin a vessel with lessons

Deepenin hatе made me shovel my еssence

Reapin the shame from the subtle transgressions

Seeped in the lane under muddled defenses…

Stripped from my ego so no where to run

Sit in the fetal put air in my lungs

Distant from lethal I’m heir to the Son

Drippin from needles the fire of Suns

Blood fed the worth but I bled from the flood

Dug through the dirt till I stuck in the mud

One of the earth been unearthin the one

Sunk when the curse wrote in cursive was sung

Stifled by pressure this shit left me lifeless

Rivaled the measure to lend me a Diamond

Idols of ember descendin from grace

Idle ones severed connections to faith

Vileness tethered to lessen the angst

Siphoned the nether to dress with the hate…

Sheol, sharpen the wit wit’ the faith

Seal, mark of the sin is a stain

Heal, harvest the pit in a grave

Real, marchin akin to the fake

Sheol, sharpen the wit wit’ the faith

Seal, mark of the sin is a stain

Heal, harvest the pit in a grave

Real, marchin akin to the fake…