soul purge
noisia foreign beggars
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What a night, Sodom and Gomorrah-ite
Tides spilt, words and axis like blood from fright night
End of the market day, fruit not ripe
That's getting thrown in the gutter
Slippers whisper sickness, rappers get torn asunder
With the quickness of lightning delayed, latency thunder
Ripping up from the town, from beneath the grounds under the deep
We lounge under the sound bubble, travel
And rupture, unravel your structure
Gene code breaking down so battle and muster strength
Need no weapons, spit shells, rappers get touched up
Only the strong survive, get shaken
Arise and dust up to be taken alive
You'll be taken alive, wire route to demise
While our weed smoke to new heights of blue skies
The mind's eye never lies
Close your loss like God severed divine ties
Nervous, twisted, coarse and often convoluted
Slightly edgy, messy, caught in the net
Left to our own devices, these thoughts we collect
But after the soul purge we emerge from the depths
Nervous, twisted, coarse and often convoluted
Slightly edgy, messy, caught in the net
Left to our own devices, these thoughts we collect
But after the soul purge we emerge from the depths
Yo, I stay livid, brain withered and face grinning
Chase women, race winning in this fake kingdom
Race to place faith in this bait system, stray pilgrim
Changing name 'til his faith gives in
Days spinning, out of control, time's speeding
Mind fiending for hope, but my life's bleeding
I write, read and recite, bereaved of
This spiked freedom my life's leaving
Greet chimes in the wind of this night's evening
I fight feelings, dry feeling my frail skin
My plight's fleeting like the tale of a failed king
Set sail to the blue yonder and hope for no return
Lest we fail and she's to wonder if our soul should burn
I close the urn, toes turned to the wind
Foes discern these yokes are learning to sin
Her within crushed feelings over love lost
Lust seething, thus believing that we must rot
Nervous, twisted, coarse and often convoluted
Slightly edgy, messy, caught in the net
Left to our own devices, these thoughts we collect
But after the soul purge we emerge from the depths