I'm coming through, thought you knew, fuck if you didn't, fuck you Plutonium lore What this is, what this for Feel my fists push black holes Through your bitch ass decor Split it back like a whore And make you shit your fucking drawers
Scared to ride, cowards fall Before my eyes, sound of my balls Dragging like cannon loaded wagons Drug by demons down your halls
Can't imagine whats fit to happen When I get to flashing, see the small Shrink to a fraction of what their lacking And less than that in no time at all. Can't believe they have the gaul To try and act like they’re not trapped Between these walls ...
Bring it, bring it, bring it, kill it
Bring it, bring that shit heated Sling it, bring back that shit - kill it
Sometimes feel like I'm close but never get there NEVER GET THERE Does it mean I'm a ghost if I'm still here? WANNA LEAVE HERE And if I am why can't I just float through the walls? THROUGH THE WALLS And if I can, were they even ever there at all? NOT AT ALL
Too much time spent in the maze will drive you mad, I feel so bad Been there so long I can't remember who I am, or where I stand But in the end I guess I just don’t give a damn Twist a gram and keep on sticking with the original plan Fuck it man
Judge you no more than I wish to be judged Even on the low But I do know what you do not speak of Don’t know but it shows Try to hide but I see who you are because I just know Keep talking but you already said too much There you go
How it is now's how it it always was That’s on my blood How it is now's how it it always was That’s on my blood
Bring it, bring that shit heated Sling it, bring back that shit - kill it
See my blood spill drip, by chances Try to chill, quit, cuz I can't just slip into a zagthoth trance Tongue hissing, serpent chants Come again work it in, yeah just like that
We paint our insides black As the shadows 'hind our flesh And make all that we lack The part of life that we forget All praise due to the fact That we've forgotten how to sweat it Check it Bring it KILL IT
On everything I own Swear would rather slit my throat and die on the run Than be the one who ends up hangin from that rope Tied to the thumb of the man who comes to empty your pockets when you choke Got to get that shit myself and get the fuck out of this game Before I end up getting stuck with no one but myself to blame All the way insane
Staring at the ceiling In the dark Trying not to let the feeling Tear you apart But the silence is buzzing And it won't stop Tell yourself its almost over But its notTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
