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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

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

STAY SLUDGED

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Introspective

Gao the Arsonist (@gaothearsonist)