Slyh

Throw away a key to the doors
I keep the lore hidden
Sub-conscious smitten, the core bitten
Cyanide is dripping
My once sly grinning
Cold child with the thinning linen
A pittance of his interest
I loan my mental
He disassemble

Uh, I pitch my pens to page out on these tracks
Say Jack, export on wax with haste
He'll keep smoking packs
Choking water, coating clear the squatter
The fucker is in my mind. You've gone blind

Read my words out like a novel
The old me is dead, I rot collect the fossils
My soul's in limbo, a locked limo
With me inside
I can't comply
The demon the driver
Pedal to the metal
He said "a couple bullets and I'll settle"

Fuck me
The dropping degrees, death guaranteed
My mind is scaring me
Just had to break my knees
Before he dropped me in the sea
Cop of blasphemy
Top my chops, he'll prop up the walls
Bomb me like atoll, it's his laws
Just saw the power I'm in awe



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Writer(s): Jack Yanover
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