Lyrics

Hook
Spit on the corpse and I still fool forensics//
Been in the courts, they let guilt through the exit//
I could report who I killed to detectives//
“Poisoned by 9 inch steel through appendix”//
Stare into void and appeal to our friendship//
Parentless boy made a deal: couldn't heal so he'd end it//
Skeletons of children expended//
Vanish when I peel off the bandage//
Huh//
 
Verse 1
Barrel smoking. my apparel soaked down to the stitching//
Autographed the automatic, holes found in the victim//
Find identifiers but no profile in the system//
Ghost towns and evictions//
Wrote down past for fiction//
Wait//
I don't exist: bones opaque, cellophane skin//
I stole your face now your skull is caved in//
Close cold case when the reprobate wins//
A self portrait is a delicate thing//
Shards of the mirror now cellotaped//
Figure I should celebrate sin//
They had the wine cellar drained//
Now it's just the cell I wait in//
Huh//
Gun with scratched off serial number//
From a land the imperialists plundered//
Blood on hands don't appear in the books//
Hung from branches in period one//
But it’s still too far from the roots//
Fingerprints an enigma//
Lynched for my pigment but barred from the group//
Bodies charred with the proof//
Distance faded the name that I carved in my shoes//
Huh//
 
Hook
Spit on the corpse and I still fool forensics//
Been in the courts, they let guilt through the exit//
I could report who I killed to detectives//
“Poisoned by 9 inch steel through appendix”//
Stare into void and appeal to our friendship//
Parentless boy made a deal: couldn't heal so he'd end it//
Skeletons of children expended//
Vanish when I peel off the bandage//
Huh//
 
Verse 2
Photo in the darkroom: you exposed me to the light//
You were in the system, junkies OD in the night//
Severed from my element, I sow seeds in the ice//
Now I got crows feet at my eyes//
Smile why the crows feed on my eyes//
Huh//
I might just drown in the genepool//
Time has diluted the blood that is found in my people//
Cypher print on the blouse that it seeped through//
Nigh extinction devout to my breed//
Pride and pigment, empowered by neither//
I’m on my knees//
Burnt down the house of the feeble//
Dirt in the mouth that I breathe through//
Huh//
 
Hook
Spit on the corpse and I still fool forensics//
Been in the courts, they let guilt through the exit//
I could report who I killed to detectives//
“Poisoned by 9 inch steel through appendix”//
Stare into void and appeal to our friendship//
Parentless boy made a deal: couldn't heal so he'd end it//
Skeletons of children expended//
Vanish when I peel off the bandage//
Huh//
x2

FORENSICS (prod. Infatuation x Gao)

whoever praying on my downfall, quit it.
you already got it

Trans artist making music that sounds like when you unplug someone's life support.

Gao the Arsonist aka Sludgegod Gao aka OJ Sludgeson aka the boy with the mask and the overalls

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FORENSICS (prod. Infatuation x Gao)

Gao the Arsonist (@gaothearsonist)