Machinescape
Run, run, run, run, run from the golden sun
Times are black and mild like the ash all up on my blunt
Overripened, I'm forgotten, smoke in the air, I dissipate
Speaking to a greater force, like take me, all up off this Earth
When I turned 17, ego deathin', my rebirth
I meditate, might medicate, foreshadowing my fuckin death hoe
Like shattered glass all to my throat, writing my own name in the Death Note
Is there a way, that I can cope, still fuckin numb all the trauma from dope
Its namaste till my dying day, in Nirvana like Kurt Cobain
Still fantasize about a shotty, pointed to my fuckin face
Suicidal ideation, hanginh in the fuckin basement
Take me away, t-t-take me away
Wait, if I'm you... are you me?
Why yes! All is
When I turned 18, few months later, lost my other half
I'm flammable like kerosene, wondering what the fuck is happening?
Still struggling, with depression, anxiety, live in the present but dwell on the past
Cling to my soul, bitch you know I will sever thee
Fuck counting backwards, my conscious at war
Angels are coming, they phase thru the doors
Feed off the thought of the negative energies
Demons are not what the Christians depict to be
Been stealing since like fourteen, not from the people, just from all the companies
Aint talk bout mom, pop stores, like OTC's, finna pop those
Sum like syrup, talking maple, my antidote, stained on my clothes
Aint ride around with no fucking hoe, just me, myself on top the world
My energy aligns with Saturn hoe, jus climbing down my fucking ladder yo
Envision a door, and I'm going right through, regress to a past life, ain't none of this new
Stuck in Machinescape, I'm looking like you
Times are black and mild like the ash all up on my blunt
Overripened, I'm forgotten, smoke in the air, I dissipate
Speaking to a greater force, like take me, all up off this Earth
When I turned 17, ego deathin', my rebirth
I meditate, might medicate, foreshadowing my fuckin death hoe
Like shattered glass all to my throat, writing my own name in the Death Note
Is there a way, that I can cope, still fuckin numb all the trauma from dope
Its namaste till my dying day, in Nirvana like Kurt Cobain
Still fantasize about a shotty, pointed to my fuckin face
Suicidal ideation, hanginh in the fuckin basement
Take me away, t-t-take me away
Wait, if I'm you... are you me?
Why yes! All is
When I turned 18, few months later, lost my other half
I'm flammable like kerosene, wondering what the fuck is happening?
Still struggling, with depression, anxiety, live in the present but dwell on the past
Cling to my soul, bitch you know I will sever thee
Fuck counting backwards, my conscious at war
Angels are coming, they phase thru the doors
Feed off the thought of the negative energies
Demons are not what the Christians depict to be
Been stealing since like fourteen, not from the people, just from all the companies
Aint talk bout mom, pop stores, like OTC's, finna pop those
Sum like syrup, talking maple, my antidote, stained on my clothes
Aint ride around with no fucking hoe, just me, myself on top the world
My energy aligns with Saturn hoe, jus climbing down my fucking ladder yo
Envision a door, and I'm going right through, regress to a past life, ain't none of this new
Stuck in Machinescape, I'm looking like you
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Writer(s): Primitive Demise
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