big sean - i don't fuck with you (instrumental)(super slowed + reverb) (no intro/outro)

I feel like a grain,
fingers without a hand.
A bridge to nothing,
a leaf without a branch.
A hanging seed...
sweat and exploitation...

Who knows if the blood
will make me germinate?
Who knows if the hunger
will make me rise and stand?

Golden vision!
Paralyzed!
Life in life,
grain by grain!
I catch the torn scraps,
I thresh the ears,
I pause in the air...
dreams of lives!

Don't you be ready
when the reaping starts the game.
A dark profession,
a roar, a tumult...
On the other side
there'll be no one left to tame.

Who knows if the blood
will make me germinate?
Who knows if the hunger
will make me rise and stand?

Golden vision!
Paralyzed!
Life in life,
grain by grain!
I catch the torn scraps,
I thresh the ears,
I pause in the air...
dreams of lives!

seeds that were planted...
souls that were harvested.
seeds planted...
souls harvested.

KIRN

Stone upon stone laid,
The climbing of my devotion made.
Promise upon the ruin sown,
moves the earth in its deep pulsation known.

Sap flows now,
sacred monsoon's vow.
Light transforms all,
sprouts and blossoms tall,
seed of light enthrall.

family... cycle...
start... return...
peace... certainty...
faith... and ground learn...
humanity...
goddess...
communion burn...

grain upon grain shown,
Water... pathway... vastness known...
nothing is lost, only donation,
sweat and blood... life... communion...

FLOW

Stone before stone...
Paralyzed, I see the rot and groan.
Ruin built on a promise's bone...
I need to feel your pulse again, your drone.

My own lifeblood...
(repressed in this peace)
A sacred flower's bud...
(a pain that won't release)

Family: addiction.
Enemy: return.
Struggle: affliction.
Like a dog, I learn.
Tenacity,
a muse for me,
depravity!

Hand over hand is laid...
Sin, rhythm, a tense charade.
Everything is felt, a slow degrade.
I need to feel your pulse again, unmade.

Transform and break me...
(sprout now and bloom)
This seed of light will take me...
(a pain that finds no room)

Family: addiction.
Enemy: return.
Struggle: affliction.
Like a dog, I learn.
Tenacity,
a muse for me,
depravity!

Saliva and semen...
loss...
seduction...

PURE

Why are you here right now?
Where have you been, my son?
You know I suffer in your absence,
you know I feel this loss still weighing a ton.
And here you are,
just to remind me
of all the chaos and the numbness...

And those yellow eyes of yours,
cleft open just like my soul...
Get out of here and come back now
as that sweet and gentle boy I know!
The memory that I want to weave,
the memory I want to make myself forget...
forget...
FORGET!

It isn't right to touch you!
Your wound's a memory of something
that the sweetness that this peace
could finally bring me...
bring me...
bring me!

And here you are,
to now confront me.
With this promise I might see you again,
my fingers wander on your memory, exposed to see.
You know this isn't how you're meant to be...
You know I wouldn't trade away my faith for thee!

I could just try this little sin...
I could just try this little sin...
(Final Chorus)
It isn't right to touch you!
Your wound's a memory of something
that the sweetness that this peace,
the memory I want to forget...
FORGET...
FORGET!

STAY

No, don't run away,
the snake's hug wraps around you now, you'll stay.
No, don't even run,
I bring you fire, blood, and all disgrace is done.

I was away for just a couple days,
healing my whole mind from your silver tongue's haze.
Your smooth talk left me in a daze,
now feel the bitter sting of my own fang's sharp graze.

No, don't you react!
Don't try to stop us, that's a fact!
No, don't put up a fight!
The reptile god is our own source of light!

Now I face these weak eyes, woman, so undone,
without a single impulse to react, not one.
I expected so much more from you, my Prophetess grand,
why are you looking at me dazed? Don't you understand?

No, don't you even cry!
Everything in its own time, you'll know just why!
No, don't you dare die!
You will clean up all this grime!

MISS

All that I can do
is watch you suffer through.
If I could, I would take this pain for me...

Doo-doo-doo...
This pain for me.
Doo-doo-doo...

For days you scream in agony
and nothing breaks through, not even
this expectation that corrupts the scene...

Doo-doo-doo...
Expectation that corrupts.
Doo-doo-doo...

I've been through this before, I know,
this pain that afflicts you is bound to go.
But I feel that something's different here...
Your contagious pain is felt by all, my dear,
only one remains indifferent, I fear:
the source of all my horror, standing near.

Then, finally,
from your womb, it breaks free,
what should have been a gift for me.
It shows itself so cruelly:
viscous, concupiscent, you see,
monstrous, repellent, horribly,
agonizing, depressing!

Doo-doo-doo...

With your final, dying scream,
I say goodbye to my own hope, my dream.
I surrender to the gleaming chance
to be taken in accordance,
to eternal irrelevance.
Doo-doo-doo...

PITCH

With all of your stubbornness,
this hollow sense of stability...
With all of this hypocrisy,
now swallow down my treachery.
You ignoble goddess,
you feeble goddess,
from your foundations, the great serpent
will build its den, its brand new testament.

I wash away all of this filth!
I wash away my entire house!
I take away this memory's stealth!
I take away this legacy's vows!

Don't you ignore me,
don't even try.
Feel the wind, feel the clouds roll by,
coming now just like the sea...
Where stones are grains of sand for me,
where every breath is thunder's decree,
where I smooth the rough with care, you see,
where I eliminate the ground beneath thee.

I wash away all of this filth!
I wash away my entire house!
I take away this memory's stealth!
I take away this legacy's vows!

Antagonize me!
Polarize me!
If you are South, then I'll be North!
I will be death!
I seal your worth!

Ascendance! Descendance!
The dawn! The dusk's last glance!
This is how I now reveal,
you feeble goddess...
This is how I make you kneel!

Amphibian...
...I am Reptilian.

GROW

From high above, it’s all so subtle.
It doesn't seem grave.
It doesn't seem vile.
With yellow irises,
I register the end
of the compliance,
of the patience.

All for the seed
that I have planted.
For the smooth stone that I left,
strategically placed at hand.
For a child
so pure,
so promising.

Laughter invades me,
she believes the malice
resides within her,
that she is marked.
Without realizing
that her destiny
was carefully designed
before she was even born.

She seeks peace in her exile,
hardly knows that the design,
the axiom of the sacred,
that which they call destiny...
Was carved in a false ploughshare,
in a stone it was engraved,
until the skull was cracked apart,
until my gene was revealed.

Upon her pale skin, a new light glows,
the scales of the conductor start to show.
The unstoppable flight from the light...
In short, from the one who incites them all.

Don't blame yourself, my child,
even if there is no hope in sight.
You were created in the image, in the likeness...
You're sowing now... your destined heritage from above.

SKIN

(Movement 1: The Desolation)

There is no redemption.
There's no transfiguration.
There is no evolution...
Just Transformation.
Vision divine,
vision of the earthline.
Vision of blood spilled,
a fictional vision fulfilled.
Bones made of stone...
lights made of glass...
a truth that's hard-worn...
a living lie to pass...

(Movement 2: The Echo of Memories)
The pain... where does it come from?
(I feel the pulse inside my chest)
Is your house now empty, numb?
(This presence puts me to the test)
I sowed a pre-destined inheritance,
from our sacred leaders, a new creed...
Remember: who you are, what you went through since,
even if it's an incomprehensible deed,
even if it's magic...
I was just a part...
I was just a part...

(Movement 3: The Collision)
Promise over ruin!
Ruin over promise!
Why am I here right now?!
Here I am now,
confronting my own brow!
With no impulse to react, no vow!
(Movement 4: The Resignation)
I say goodbye to hope's last gleam...
I say goodbye to hope's last gleam...
I see all of this memory's stream!
I see all of this heritage's scheme!
and nothing more...
...and nothing more.

PITCH

Artificial Nausea