Petal Instance

No 616 on my head
Dive deep in the pit, dont surface again
White retina scope
I'm pleased to pretend til the man upstairs sends plagues on the earth

On the road, gone, fresh kills for the feast
When the wind sings like a scarecrow in the field
Seizure embedded in tongues, dark grit with the teeth
Sweet agony, apt for the greed no sleep

Colder to the touch, ive been living in formaldehyde
Walking like i never really died
Cyanide's pulling back the tides
Hanging as they cheer
At the gallows in my prime
Burn it up and leave em fuckin crucified

Burned down, scorched, gone blind
With the eyes on the idol
Crowd control with a rifle
Fuck, I cannot resist, keep my ground
In a spiteful rage, evade, no revival
Cut down, blank veins need a shutdown
Grayscale, sight's fucked, burrowed underground
Restrain your faith, get the fuck down
Lost in the static, I'm gone off a compound

Lost in translation, days i dont wanna revisit (im breathing)
Stay complacent way down the food chain, im just an instance
One with no face in the distance
I'm putting no faith in the system
I turn my head 180 degrees and into submission

Sleep, sulk, seethe
Breathe in the sulfur
Never needed it all, proceed, kneel, til its over
Kerosene drenched rags, light match, with the fangs
Hear a crack, but im biting fuckin back, anaconda
30 years, all of my cases gone cold
Disembodied with the casket closed
But when i come up under waves, shallow water no grave
High tides and spires where i go

Colder to the touch, ive been living in formaldehyde
Walking like i never really died
Cyanide's pulling back the tides
Hanging as they cheer
At the gallows in my prime
Burn it up and leave em fuckin crucified



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Writer(s): Nxmvd D
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