Unorthodox

Woah, Illusion X
Yuh
Call a preacher
H-hah

Call a preacher
The other side is looking at me, I'm a firm believer, yuh
Exorcism can't destroy my demons, I can't neither, yuh
Red roses hang above my dead body demine, attitude of rising up, yuh aye
Call a preacher (what)
The other side is looking at me, I'm a firm believer, yuh
Exorcism can't destroy my demons, I can't neither, yuh
Red roses hang above my dead body demine, attitude of rising up, yuh aye

What I want, not a bird, nor a plane, yuh aye
Psychopath and I'm taking his name, yuh aye
Motherfuckers probably think he's insane, yuh aye
Shooting up ruins into his veins, uh what?
Started to get a headache, I ain't taking my pills, oh no
My bitch a suicidal, had to take action, watch them dissolve
Now she cannot speak, packin' up my shit quick
Feeling dizzy, but I'm just acting so free

I hear it ringing (yuh) louder as intentional scars have to develop and devour the void
Dip, save some cigarettes, gone in an hour, see all the hell in my cup
Dark and red, I drink it up, blood spilled from friend wasn't enough (aye yuh)
Had to cut some more thought's like Ray outa' my cranium
Spread across the table, tuna flakes, I'm tame, but not dumb
Hear the beat switch, we go crazy, he takes all of the fun
Wish I could decide whether or not to kill him I'm dying

Run bitch, you think I haven't crushed enough skulls today, no way
I'm the iceberg, you never cared to see, fuck you
If I'm the villain, then where did Harvey go
Two-faced killer, tried to bury me a while ago
The accidents, they happen for a reason, reason
Get crucified if you don't believe in him
Shoot you on my land, I call it treason, treason
Suck my cock, bitch, make sure that you pleasing him
Nailed upside down on the cross, on the cross, yeah
Walk in the trap, I got the sauce, yeah fuck no
Baphomet drawn, I'm a god, I'm a god, uh
Goat on my head, I light them up, light them up, uh, yeah

Call a preacher
The other side is looking at me, I'm a firm believer, yuh
Exorcism can't destroy my demons, I can't neither, yuh
Red roses hang above my dead body demine, attitude of rising up, yuh aye

What I want, not a bird, nor a plane, yuh aye
Psychopath and I'm taking his name, yuh aye
Motherfuckers probably think he's insane, yuh aye
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh aye



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Writer(s): Reece Bramley
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