Your Death Here

A marked body on the ground
In white chalk
Cyclops and a blind man
In white socks
I hit rock bottom
Like a night rot
Demons ruined me
Like blood clot

I don't stop till I drop
To the tippy top
Take your problems out
Like a dump in a trash lot
Take your fake facts
React
And vanish into sand
This man
Has been burned from this land

Your death is here
Your death is near
Better steer away
Better steer away

I'm shifting fears
I'm shifting gears
I'm shifting fears
I'm shifting gears
To find a way
Out of here
Out of this
Puzzled fear

Hiss
Freedom is on my prism
Hiss
Crazy
Wormhole all that shit
Fixing all this shit
Making it all I'm getting



Credits
Writer(s): Dizzy Dasher
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