Confessions of a...
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Certain people act a little too pompous
Walk around always tryna blow their own horn
Fact is they can't really live without the hotness
That's why they disappear from sight as fast as they were born
I'm straight a warpath
Ammo for these dark days of infamy
Stark raving mad I'm chasing dragons in this fantasy
Ostracised by both side confessions of a torn soul
Walk life misguided, play the night to which the lord falls
Storms blow the world of uselessness into submissive states
While individual hatred and friction become our prison gates
It's a little strange we never question our existence
But isn't that the crux of why we think we need a system?
Guess who's listening?
So while you're trying to prove a point
You lose yourself in thoughts of needing to roll yourself a joint
Well be my guest, hell I'll spark it
Lets smoke an eighth today yeah
And sit around in silence as our troubles fade to grey
Who's to say the war's over when we haven't reached the apex?
Fiend for the ethereal while we force beats through tape decks
Displace sex and motion with virtual blades that splay necks
And take cheques for services rendered as we embrace death
Certain people act a little too pompous
Walk around always tryna blow their own horn
Fact is they can't really live without the hotness
That's why they disappear from sight as fast as they were born
Certain people act a little too pompous
Walk around always tryna blow their own horn
Fact is they can't really live without the hotness
That's why they disappear from sight as fast as they were born
How you supposed to see when I put a fork in both your retinas?
Trip you the fuck over and get both your parents to step on ya
I'm prone to tear a hole in your face mate, I'm too dangerous
Remove your vocal cords and happily use them as my shoelaces
Your crew faces imminent death, this villain is dead serious
You're left delirious begging for forgiveness
Plus your flesh's nearing its last moments
Leave both of your arms broken
Pulse of your heart choked and most of your arteries bloated
I laugh having spoken of your demise, let me pause a sec
Enjoy the sight of your bleeding corpse as the floor gets wet
I'm sure of it, look how your brain's all disproportionate
People ask me why I feel no remorse, I guess I'm bored of it
All of it's stalling, get mauled by
The mauls of a wall of awesome hits
Scrawking, get mermed by the tools of my servant torture kit
You paunch, I shit your guts out your arse, pass the 8 ball
Visions of inner peace as I rip half your face off
Certain people act a little too pompous
Walk around always tryna blow their own horn
Fact is they can't really live without the hotness
That's why they disappear from sight as fast as they were born
Certain people act a little too pompous
Walk around always tryna blow their own horn
Fact is they can't really live without the hotness
That's why they disappear from sight as fast as they were born
I talk to the wind, spit verse in parable
Immersed in animal greed, I was eating with the cannibals
Rope revoluted from rabid leeching with the sleepwalkers
Deep thought chameleons speak forth and leave the beat tortured
I speak the words of a people who sleep on street corners
Teach courses in deceiving the laws scheming the speech daughters
Freak forces, legion of raw demons who preach scorn
Leaving the morn bleak and them paupers fiending for mere morsels
I live in a place filled with more than just hatred
More than just gazers born and bred to chase a pay check
Laymen scrape faith embracing safety in their cages
The great stay awake, their brains trained to play with the matrix
We believe in a system aimed at keeping the weak feeble
I speak freely with demons that plead to beleaguered people
Speaking of evil, here's the sequel
Praise be the chosen
My face bleeds a thousand and one tears of the unspoken
Certain people act a little too pompous
Walk around always tryna blow their own horn
Fact is they can't really live without the hotness
That's why they disappear from sight as fast as they were born
Certain people act a little too pompous
Walk around always tryna blow their own horn
Fact is they can't really live without the hotness
That's why they disappear from sight as fast as they were born