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Gao the Arsonist

Lyrics:
Eyes roll in my skull 'til the whites show,
Why does he try so hard?
To find gold in this mangled soul,
Had to buy a pulse for his Styrofoam heart.

The boy is stitching coins to his bare skin,
Run from the huntsman, 
Poised to fall asleep in bearskin,
Fingertips moist thinking if he's worth a person's,
Second-hand price at least.

Wish he would admire me,
Dipped the wound in iodine praises,
Losing faith became piety,
Value seeping like the riots bleed patience.

*you're absolute garbage, bro
absolute garbage
garbage*

Maybe he should staple a couple labels to his face,
Slip the silverware between his shoulder blades to play it safe,
Understand what it's like to hate your own saliva's taste,
Hypocrite,
Picture sinners at the table saying grace,
If he paint "love yourself" as the goal,
He the same one who wants to buckle belts to his throat,
If the works make the man like the pelts make the coat,
better off tryna figure out which organs sell the most,
Yeah the stones and the sticks may have broken a rib,
Or a bone in a limb,
Took a blow to the shins, now he rolling in piss,
Lover rolling a spliff,
Now he choke on the cigarette smoke from a kiss,
Any remnant of penny-worth was thrown in abyss,
Emotions hold with a grip like a boa constricts,
Nigga's toes on they tips,
To get over his issues,
Tissues to $$bills$$, nigga falls when he slips.

Utter worthless words, come up from the stomach to the tongue,
Sudden urge to burn closets full of skeletons,
He's dug up, hung up, fabrics that feel foolish on me,
Charcoal bones but they have jewels for bodies.

I (ft. sal)

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Lyrics:
What now?
I'm hearing crickets as my response,
Eyes closed with only a ticking rhythm, 
My wrist watch,
Tick tock,
Seconds sliding past I feel it rip 'cross,
The list of things I have left that I can live off,
Thrift shop for shabby shit that I use to get off on a high,
Or get off from a high place to kiss 'walks,
Fill my pockets with mockeries of a purpose I'm still searching for,
Working cog turn in the machine, I'm tryna chew the circuit board,
maybe I'll digest some information,
I need reasons to keep breathing I mean there's oxygen I'm wasting,
What's gunpowder and a touted strap without the bullet casings,
Nigga, count up all the uses, 'part from dousing it in flames,
I'm a fountain in the rain, nigga,
Directions when they routed out a maze,
Couple thousand  in safe,
Money left out in a raid,
Hands bound, clock wound back every hour of the day,
Known placebo for the pain, nigga,

What the fuck a wineskin without grapes on a grape vine,
All that's built wilts, shrivels up with out a trace,
Dry,
If life's purpose as worthless as it feels, take mine,
Where's the fucking sanctity in waking up to chase highs
What the fuck a wineskin without grapes on a grape vine,
All that's built wilts, shrivels up with out a trace,
Dry,
If life's purpose as worthless as it feel, take mine,
Where's the fucking sanctity in waking up.

Eyelids peel back to reveal the real lack,
Of light in the still blackness,
Don't even feel sadness at the window sill, sat,
Still without a will,
Fact that a shell won't be whole of fucking filled if it's cracked,
After your cock stops throbbing in your cotton wrap,
Hop in the colored steel on rubber wheels,
You crawling back to modern day plantations,
Paid for daily attendance,
Toil till you coil into the shape of independence, nigga,
Penance, nigga,
How I pay the price for self-slaughter?
Sinking in this sinner's though like blood thicker than water,
Unbiblical/Umbilical ideas attached like mothers' unborn daughters,
I got sawdust in my bronchus tryna chop the mental block,
That all the semen in my socks, amounted to worthwhile,
better bury bodies in a ground that is fertile,
Where the fuck you find benefits for hedonists,
Deathbed,
Only show they figures and percentages.     

What the fuck a wineskin without grapes on a grape vine,
All that's built wilts, shrivels up with out a trace,
Dry,
If life's purpose as worthless as it feels, take mine,
Where's the fucking sanctity in waking up to chase highs
What the fuck a wineskin without grapes on a grape vine,
All that's built wilts, shrivels up with out a trace,
Dry,
If life's purpose as worthless as it feel, take mine,
Where's the fucking sanctity in waking up.

Wineskin

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Vocal Performances:
Toonren
sal
Gao the Arsonist

Production Credit:
Toonren
Gao the Arsonist

Lyrics:
What, why, how, who are we?
Deaf, blind, still found what they took from me,
Oh, which direction do I stumble?
I swear used to know,
What, why, how, who are we?
Deaf, blind, still found what they took from me,
Oh, which direction do I stumble?
I swear used to know,

Feel like scattered ashes in vacuum,
Tragic like blood splatter in a bathroom stall,
I'm shuffling around in a costume,
Need to believe every meaning I attach to,
All my confused movements,
I,
Run from ballroom shooters,
Hide my face from the mirrors,
There are no picture perfect stares,
More like vacant looks, they're bitter cold,
As fickle as they're scared,
Questions block my lungs,
So oxygen cant trickle from the air,
Into my body,
somebody please tell me,

What, why, how, who are we?
Deaf, blind, still found what they took from me,
Oh, which direction do I stumble?
I swear used to know,
What, why, how, who are we?
Deaf, blind, still found what they took from me,
Oh, which direction do I stumble?
I swear used to know,

I want a good life,
I want to live life,
I want to waste my time,
Doing the things I like,
I want a good life,
I want to live life,
I want to waste my time,
Doing the things I like,

Quest (ft. Toonren)

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Zack Taylor @user-562489539
Gao the Arsonist

Lyrics:
Eliy Orcko: 
Bring some booze for ya boy,
Drink from he skull, fuck all of ya'll,
Never choose for ya boy,
Feed from the dirt, my stomach hurt,
There ain't no food for ya boy,
Manning up, I'm big enough,
No childhood to destroy,
This all the pain to enjoy.

Gao the Arsonist:
Allegedly adolescent,
Fuck the little boy talk,
Poised generation like those destroyed when little boy dropped,
Utility bills kill joy,been apprehensive since my voice dropped,
Worried that I'll scuttle from the gutters that employ dropouts,
Deadbeats,
Deadbeat from beating dead horses,
Said the orifice in my life is where the laughter was,
When chilling with my niggas and my bitch will give like half the buzz it used to,
The apathy would prove to me I'm used to it,
"Try and lighten up" is fucking like persuading glue to stick,
Useless tips in ear like tacky cotton swabs that lose the tips,
Adult status out of place like boomers move the hips,
I ain't even had a fucking legal glass of booze to drink,
Fools is pissed off and drowning sorrows, too much diuretic,
Ain't old enough to drive but I'm borderline diabetic,
Sweet, 
Don't even know what type to fucking try a medic,
I ain't ready, so somber, swear the violins ain't diegetic,
My genetics dictate that I'm average height with stocky build,
But of course I feel smaller when I hear that most are popping pills,
Anti-depressant in the workplace,
Cant find the pleasure that I traded in to earn pay, nigga.

Cannot wait 'til I caluclate price tag math by hand,
And try rations,
Get over bruises like an ice pack,
Hurry to the doctor like a knife stabbed me,
Leisure bites back now,
Hide snacks,
In the dining cabinet,
Spike sugar balance,
Buy, check the balance,
Dry,
Drinking gallons of iced liquor,
Drown crying quicker, 
Down five pitchers,
Down five stories headfirst,
Wager with aging folk and joke who be dead first,
Grease from an analogue clock in the fountain of youth is only thing to quench thirst,
Yeah shit,
Never felt fitting with myself as the elder,
Years drag me forward, finger nails scraping floor kick and scream like a temper tantrum,
What I still wanna throw when the pent up anger,
Indicates on the gauge, pressure sensors amber,
Left out going the right way, 
Life is Ambidextrous,
I'll be reckless 'til my life up rooted by children like a dandelion,
Snatch a second life from the womb,
Yeah I'll try to siphon the youth from the newborns,
Back when mother ironed the uniform,
I'd cry and be soothed,
No pride I could lose,
Only challenge i had was how fast i was tying my shoes,
Heart is where icicles grew,
Wait for the bitch with the scythe as a tool,

(Grown up, butterflies in my stomach, now the hole is sewn up,
Everybody say that I should focus)


Zack Taylor:
Why'd you have to go?
Time is in the past,
I've been on the road,
Ain't no turning back,
Looking at myself, staring at the sun,
Stranger looking back,
Can't remember that,
Take a picture and paint it black,
Why'd you have to go?
Time is in the past,
I've been on the road,
Ain't no turning back,
Looking at myself, staring at the sun,
Stranger looking back,
Can't remember that,
Can't remember that,

*You're a man now*

Boy (ft. Eliy Orcko, Zack Taylor)

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Gao the Arsonist 

Lyrics:
Start the catharsis,
Two types of cartridge,
Strewn across the carpet,
One for, strictly martyring the carcass,
One records the carnage,
Satan shaking hands for the concord,
Grit teeth,
Arson to apartments,
Horsemen hard to harness,
Reigns frayed, discard it,
Connoisseur of, visceral bitterness,
Business isn't getting far,
Mar the skin over arteries with a blunt sword,
What I bought a blunt for?
Satisfied by, liquor, gin and tonic like a 1 chord?
Nah,
Huh,
Watch his body contort,
Back-stabbed,
Lumberjack axe in the lumbar,
Huh,
Ultra-violence and I often consort,
Adrenaline is pumping like the pumps on a dumb whore,
Strutting in a button up, nothing where the sun don't shine,
Nose dive, intercom in a calm sort of way, nigga,

*catharsis*

Matching bars to the face a bizarre fit,
Thinking dark, brain, bathe in a tar pit,
Niggas pulling strings like fingernails is guitar picks,
Flick ash in they gas tank, more than carsick,
Licence revoked,
Vehicle and firearm so,
I try to hide my knife in a coat,
Find and skin the snakes in the grass, 
Writhing like they python and cobra, 
See eye to eye and then don't, fucking bite and then choke,
My vitality closer to cyanide than a,
Covert operative trying bite on his molar,
Suffer jeopardized security like rights of the voter,
Fuck your clique, I diss member I'm a mine to a soldier,
This isn't Gao, bitch, know that you invited in Koja, 
For now, Gao's gone so ya'll say hello to Koja, nigga,
Stole his fucking soul and slung his body over shoulder, 
Need a way to cage my thoughts, 
Just like you frame and older photo, picture,
Still allowed an outlet, nigga mine is just my throat, bitch

Listen i'll give you clues to my pseudonym,
Gout when devouring the values that you rooted in,
Gown with a crucifix so spooky don't get through to him,
Gouge out his eyes to watch the fool shoot at the hooligan,
About the prior riot, it's like my psyche bi partisan,
Clinging to the vile just like a junkie tryna part with xan,
Try direct my thoughts but cortisol incites a modern man's violence, 
Zero guidance, rationale's indictment's surrogate,
Excuse, it's like there's two dudes thinking:
Killer and an arsonist,
Some put glass to lips like it's the mirror of a narcissist,
Some'll slash their wrists and try to whittle down to cartilage,
Filter's built on fractured pillars, sends chills through spines of architects,
Birthed in the suburbs so they claim I'm lacking vertebrae,
Ain't talking tough, I say what my imagination perpetrates,
The urge to wade in blood and murder,
Surges through a person's veins,
They curse the curse imbursement,
Bitch, make sure a nigga curse the day he born.

Catharsis

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Lyrics:
teeth grit and fist clenched,
calling for God,
now he reeks: spit and piss drenched him, (huh)
bloodied piece ripped from his wrist
when he slit them,
to withstand
bombshells:
fell he did dig trenches,
lay face down in the dirt,
certain that at this rate now,
he'll be burnt up,
curtains,
like: show's over,
hope the he'll cope with the broken bones,
and stay strong 'till it blows over,
and it will right?
answer me, don't kill quiet,
force fed hard to swallow pills prior,
to when I found out you can't chill fire,
feels drier in the pool of knowledge,
than my mouth when it's filled with prayer,
I'm not built with higher tolerance than all rest,
I can toil until i'm tired and I'm tired,
of looking at the leading,
I should peel the piper, wear his skin,
need a light in the labyrinth,
drown him in paraffin:
man-candle,
man-handled, been,
roughed up,
just brush up?
now that's the thing,
I feel as strong as molasses thin,
the chance I invested in,
I'm cherishing,
it seems to be perishing,
battalions of tallied failures are garrisoned,
on the horizon,
sun rise, dawn, stride cross the sky,
fall till the night comes,
then my corpse collects flies on it,
I'm looking for the answer with the lights on,
but my sight's gone,
light a pipe bong,
or a pipe bomb,
between my lips,
either way I'm getting blasted,
acid re-flux, give a fuck if it's rancid,
fear stricken bastard,
shirt sticky, plastered to my chest,
with my sweat,
so close to kissing caskets,
nigga.

eaten up by questions, cotton candy at the carnival,
silence leaves me breathless like asthmatic late for rendezvous,
tell me who to ask,
tried the shit they taught in Sunday school,
answers always quiet like the sky I'm fucking talking to.

nah bitch,
no need for sipping on booze
pick the spliff from your lips,
no tripping on boof,
I don't need no fuck niggas twisting the truth,
too advanced in that shit:
mind blank and confused, uh,
lack of answers cause cancerous tumor,
spread to my head quick like bitches with rumors,
looks like enlightenment's later than sooner.

just let me know where I fucked up,
fill my face with holes from a buckshot,
on my knees chewing gravel, yeah I'll dust off,
all my pride if you decide to give me some thought,
that I ain't already heard before, fuck what he say,
I need words divorced from the brain-dead and the cliche,
wanna put a stick in my mouth like I suck adhesive,
mimic a bitch with a stick between its teeth.

eaten up by questions, cotton candy at the carnival,
silence leaves me breathless like asthmatic late for rendezvous,
tell me who to ask,
tried the shit they taught in Sunday school,
answers always quiet like the sky I'm fucking talking to.

I Need Answers

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Lyrics:
yeah, they hear you glass shard laughter,
yeah,the see your porcelain smile,
forget about the facade, fractured,
they always saw and orphan child,
pen to paper, skin to knife,
a blend of ways, I'm indecisive,
need some feeling in my life,
the dark descends to dim the light,
dull the noise,
deaden touch,
made null and void,
of attempts to clutch,
to hollow voices,
getting hushed.

when I'm smiling, yeah I speak in fluent lies,
deciding whether contemplating suicide, would be ideal,
why are you afraid to cry?
there's no emotion when open your eyes,
you're skin and dry bones.

walk into a venue,
severed at the sinews,
legs move slow,
wipe the sweat away and paint the tissues red,
you wanna feel?
find some bitches that'll give you head or something,
now instead of jumping,
need a weapon that you can use,
fill yourself with joy? ha
bullets on the menu,
dead is what you are already,
dedicated places for your body to rot in, like huh,
you have no heart in your chest
bones do not break, no they stretch,
based on the way that you dress,
yourself with the weight of existence,
i'm surprised you're not depressed,
clinically,
sorry i may kill a funny comment,
but i feel like I am drowning in cinnamon, honey,
niggas use their dinner money,
strapped, shooting up with a junky,
just to feel shit,
I would rather slit my tummy open, watch it spill.

when I'm smiling, yeah I speak in fluent lies,
deciding whether contemplating suicide, would be ideal,
why are you afraid to cry?
there's no emotion when open your eyes,
you're skin and dry bones.

Porcelain

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Lyrics:
Nah, it ain't syrup in this Styrofoam cup,
Bitch this blood and juice,
Suck 'em dry and chuck 'em in the gutter then I cut 'em loose,
Decide to hide and dissipate like the high that's drug induced,
Only show my face to place amounts that I can take from you,
Tread reckless like some tipsy niggas tryna bust a move,
Eventually bed-ridden, oblivious bitches chugging ruff-
Spiked vodka from the shot glass,
Monocle and top hat for junkies who done sawed half the barrel off,
Carry shells, apparently Darryl tore man's apparel off,
Carousel, chamber spinning, snapping like my ammo off,
Padded cell and straight jacket should tip your alarum off,
Bitches need to listen for the whistle like I'm Pavlov,
Salivary fluid moving through my throat mixed in with crimson,
Had 'em pushing tulip, staining daises dangerously simple,
Draining niggas' bodies, pockets, stopping when I leave you wrinkled,
Back to collect what you don't owe me like illegal rental.

I ain't gotta tell you 'bout a leech,
Blood suckers clutch you fuckers by they teeth,
In a minute turn a supper to a feast,
Epitome of these bitches is the nigga that you see.

Two-faced nigga,
Common like the booze taste at the buffet dinner,
Bullshit 'tween his teeth, took the toothpaste with him,
Bitch blue-faced with a mouth full of vape, cigarettes,
Sicker breaths than the fucking cool kids with the problems with they bronchus,
You, sir went and got lost with a compass,
Moral high ground, high tail out of bounds,
Nigga, drown in the sounds of some doomsday rhythms, nigga,
Bombs dropped,
Two-faced?
Nah, my intentions multifaceted,
Bypass yellow tape,
Wind back black, low quality cassette clips,
Cast mind back to my actions,
That's reality, faulty acid trips,
I stole your soul and starved you niggas like the cult he fasted with,

Ostracize opportunists,
Often like knights button tunics,
No shining, speckless armor,
Check the armoire,
Obsessed with garments,
Like daddy's daughter, offer lewd pics,
I'm guilty, kill me,
Lacking proper judiciary/every,
Nigga all for toothpick-sturdy defense,
Leave themselves open to dirty leeches,
Churches preaching,
Serpents, demons,
Chat about Baphomet,
Boy, you've heard 'em, seen 'em,
Watched 'em walk, observed 'em breathing,
Absurd for even,
Considering I'm perfect,
Reason being, I thirst for bleeding, huh,
Reddish predilection, reminiscent of some fanged figures,
Relish every second, heavy weapon when he threatened,
Nigga, 

I ain't gotta tell you 'bout a leech,
Blood suckers clutch you fuckers by they teeth,
In a minute turn a supper to a feast,
Epitome of these bitches is the nigga that you see.

Leech

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Lyrics:
strip the skin away,
peel it from your bones,
every single day you wear that shit like clothes,
no that's not your face, don't act like you don't know,
reveal yourself, the hidden part of it, you loathe, it,
poses a threat to the reputation you created,
bodies in frozen in death,
goes to show it's you who's craving,
eyes on the outside,
lies out your mouth,
I'm trying this out.

I'm looking to be introspective,
but it's like looking through windows, tinted,
yeah, I'm screaming over cymbals, ringing,
I'm simply digging,
under my skin,
introspective,
heart cooking on a spit-roast, spinning,
drinking glass with a slit throat, drilling,
into my head to unearth what's within.

It's kinda difficult to dig in when your shovel made of metaphors,
melt it, make the metal boil,
scrape the shielding off my skin,
i'll wear it thin,
just with my finger nails, I swear to God,
there will be a clear divide,
maybe my focus should be medicinal,
popping pills and selling more,
shooting shit and getting whores,
I frequently forget who the fuck i'm feeling for,
I'd be as common as the hookers who get abortions, (nigga)
orphan in the body of troubled child,
Return home to shovel piles of bullshit that say otherwise,
doors rattling on they're hinges became lullabies,
turned locks the only thing that keep my fucking brain inside, my head,
Instead of spread thin,
across the walls,
next to my bed frame,
bled, drained refreshing thoughts to let the red rain pour,
trying to break apart the stone inside my rib-cage,
pour out my heart, ripped apart all the head games,
honestly?
I'm a little brittle like old bones in the catacombs,
wanna see?
grab a chisel, whittle away at my base, collapse like dominoes,
gotta be,
the most defensive, tend to hate correcting,
almost body bagged em all,
Odyssey?
epic events, ain't too extensive,
apologies, thought it'd be,
hard to see all of my fronting is fallacy,
honesty's costly, it cannot be bought for free,
sometimes what's in my mind tilts to controversy,
I have the tendency to proceed cautiously,
you should fear what the fuck i'm about to be-
-come,
everybody's been through shit and yeah, I've seen some,
wide open like the mouths of some bodies lean-slumped,
matter of fact, rattle facts off like machine gun.

I'm looking to be introspective,
but it's like looking through windows, tinted,
yeah, I'm screaming over cymbals, ringing,
I'm simply digging,
under my skin,
introspective,
heart cooking on a spit-roast, spinning,
drinking glass with a slit throat, drilling,
into my head to unearth what's within.

Introspective

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Production Credits: 
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Gao the Arsonist

Lyrics:
"gao" chewed him out,
spit a bloody pulp,
resemble bubble gum
only empty shells of words in mouth,
like suicidal guzzle gun muzzles,
trouble buzzing 'mongst the rubble,
couple bodies slumped,
my love for com-
panion ship abandoned ship,
and caused me confusion,
it'll fit together like puzzle pieces,
sip kerosene and I swallow diesel,
fuck, i don't really fuck with other people,
spit on the burning bush, hear niggas rustle leaves,
leave me be,
don't need "we"
please see to keep your distance,
bull feces:
I wanna be alone,
but I still feel alone,
broken: leak from pistons
they ain't fuck with the "g - a - o",
other niggas fail to see they foes,
I'm shedding shells like it's d-day, though,
I can smell where they keep they bullshit,
back stabbed? boy I've been there done that,
sheep's fleece redundant:
wolves creeping, I can see they toes up,
beat 'em with the belt they keep they poles tucked,
with,
the laced shit, tripping like they fiends for product,
all these fuck niggas think that if I bleed, they robust,
niggas sleep on heat like it's lean with Rooibos,
talk shit from distance, nigga, speak close up, nigga,
face to face now I see you froze up,
neck chill, froze up:
it's stiff from watching back for posers,
kill the cat like a Casanova,
called "curiosity",
guilty pleasure like some cash for blowjobs,
want the bread?
ask me pass it over,
like it's Passover,
hard to hide like a massive boner,
fake is frequent, forest fire in California,
burn bridges to abandon borders,
with the land of the mannequins,
ban the foreigners,
don't know the difference,
cut random corners,
bad origami,
cut out some people,
this nigga gnarly,
started being lethal,
venom when I'm telling anyone to fucking,
leave my shit independent,
nigga.

I'm like fuck the cliques I'm picking solo,
try to duck they shots, that's why i'm stooping so low,
social up in smoke, would be rolling doobies dolo,
oh no,
shit bittersweet, blood mixed in with the Bordeaux,
you out the picture, niggas fading from the photo,
you think I'm cozy when I'm giving you the cold shoulder?
when you telling me to "change my ways", been mulled over,
wanna open up but don't know how to cope though.

cutting niggas off isn't inadvertent,
but still have nerve to say I earn your pity,
cutlery is dropped while the dinner serving,
(starve)
frictious thinking could have, burned a city:
Gomorrah,
sitting in the dark,
only company: my pillow and my silhouette,
but starts kill both of them,
burn the houses that the parties is hosted in,
I'm the one who shut 'em out but now the door's broken in,
cobwebbs in the corners of mouth,
got dregs so I'm pouring 'em all out of my,
heart's,
falsetto makes the ornaments doubt their integrity,
process the sermon on the mount,
blessed are those who mourn,
I mourn over the corpse of my social interaction,
no precedent posed before this shit ironic:
I'm the one who murdered it in passion,
paradox but It's a common oddity:
stitch my lips together, pissed that no one wants to talk to me,
It's almost like the drawbacks are fucking with the positives,
often as citizens of Sodom commit sodomy,
bitch,
prodigy,
with fucking the niggas over who I ought to be with,
if i could make sense of what I honestly think,
I could act on it, "hasn't bothered me since",
I would say.

Bordeaux

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Lyrics:
Start off the autopsy with a Y-incision,
Poltergeist in vision,
It decides it didn't like your prying business,
It declines this entrance to its body while it's rotting,
Brought some flies in with it,
That's a life long sentence to describe one's inability,
To achieve expressing why I'm feeling how I'm,
Feeling/Filling up the bucket with some lies, lies spilling,
Kick it,
Dive in quicker than a live amphibian,
In the end it's futile,
Anti-violence systems,
Identify as pacifist 'til pupils dilate from sipping punch,
Wicker,
Bunsen burner yearned by vile scum,
Villains,
Fall from high vault ceilings,
It defies all physics if,
You expecting confetti at an autopsy,
Messy red on white like I gone off piste,
Skin sings hymns with discord, 
Song's off key,
I'd die with the lie like a false god,
Priest keeps the secret safe,
Cadaver's chest a cavity like teeth decay,
I would rather have a plaque for being saint-like,
Fake my righteousness,
If I could just tighten up,

Open up right,
Spill my guts and organs to the coroner,
Borderline disorder,
Cutting corners for a border,
Sure I'll let 'em slash my abdomen and act like I'm a foreigner,
To closing off,
Almost wrote 'em off like quarters in a fortune burning,
Spill my guts and organs to the coroner,
Borderline disorder,
Cutting corners for a border,
Sure I'll let 'em slash my abdomen and act like I'm a foreigner,
To closing off,
Almost wrote 'em off like quarters in a fortune burning,

Body took a beating,
Yeah he had a taste of masonry,
Washed him off while bleeding,
Placed his face inside a basin,
Buried the bastard breathing,
Adam had the apple,
Ate the berries,
Sacrilegious images,
No wonder why the wraith was wary,
Wasted every chance I ever got to try and open,
Been blowing smoke,
Folks choking,
Full of shit like belly bloated,
Bust,
I vomit,
Serve some tonic,
Sheer thought on it has me throwing up,
I'm "pouring cups of soda for chronic diabetics" sort of fucked,
In the head,
Hence,
Discussing my head-space is crossing the red tape dividing fine from menacing,
I'm cold like frozen venison,
Deer in headlights,
Fearing plebites,
Rally dissidents,
It's cello-taped to threatening,
Need medicine in cabinet,
I revel in shit devilish with arrogance,
I cut and run like I just grab a blade to stab and dip,
You're mistaken if you've taken me for placid,
Rude awakening like hammock ripped,

Open up right,
Spill my guts and organs to the coroner,
Borderline disorder,
Cutting corners for a border,
Sure I'll let 'em slash my abdomen and act like I'm a foreigner,
To closing off,
Almost wrote 'em off like quarters in a fortune burning,
Spill my guts and organs to the coroner,
Borderline disorder,
Cutting corners for a border,
Sure I'll let 'em slash my abdomen and act like I'm a foreigner,
To closing off,
Almost wrote 'em off like quarters in a fortune burning,

Post Mortem

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

STAY SLUDGED

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