Skulldigger Stroke (prod. by Joe E)

Ufos In Your Eyes

The Insect

Lyrics:
Lost in the patterns of being
at the cost of my purpose 
in the world of meaning

Often the chatter distracts 
from the facts 
of the sand 
and that man looking back in the mirror

Pass on the passion of seeing him
All that light's at a loss 
in the head of a demon, 
in the heart of a ghost

Idiosyncratic layers
I'm autonomous, zoning
Playing holy fools
Praying nightly through mourning
Men disowned their sons for guns
Momma's starting to worry
Some have sold their souls for gold
The whole's not looking funny

Laughing, coughing, crying, 
breathe in, healing, I'm sighing

Pondering on everything 
it seems to become mentally, 
but I call myself Heady Mental, 
so who's lying to me?
Really, who's lying? 
What's real? 
How do y'all feel about it?
There's a lot of talk, 
and thoughts that surround it
This madness ain't a fashion statement, 
I just wear it loudly 
I don't say that proudly
No, I'm not about it
Yes, I'd rather doubt it
Yet, how in the world... 
there's not a cure for my maladies
Everytime I blink I'm back
in the desert wandering

Lord, have mercy
Father, forgive me

Let's open up this space
If we sin, still sense a taste
It's felt like this since the beginning
So much war, we think we're finished
I guess we repeat the endings

Can't expect a different story
That could transform into horror.
We don't have to play with monsters

Just acknowledge our potential
We could bring into creation
Broken bones once formed the pyre
Useless hands once set the stone

Every inhale, I expire
Pray that God imbues our souls
Moves his will through our own
Love's the fire of the chosen

Be still.
Know that God moves through you.
Be still.
Body ready for reception
Be still.
Still mind's signs of presence
Bless him.

New mornings haven't come,
We're living in the memories of 
Those that came before.

The glory isn't ours,
It's given to the body of
Those that go to war.

Neverending stories,
Redefining source

I knew I had to die. They knew I had to die.
Spent my life in mourning.
If I make it to tonight, then  nothing changes morning
Blessed in hell, is this normal?
Don't look now heaven's storming
Seen pattern through the portal
Made of light, always gorgeous
Pick a flower, now she's mortal
Know your sin, now that's murder
Needed love, had to hurt her
Where there's the love? 
There's resemblance.
Give it all for a semblance
Lose an eye trying to glimpse it
Grind it up, now let's hit it

Teacher, which is worse
I can't tell the difference
Between blessings and curses
Cure them of their ills
Or hit them where it hurts, 
or worse?
Build a better building?
Or burn it down first?

We're the last of a kind
It's the end of the world
Seen through a thousand eyes
Some are born again
I'm ready for my first time
Trynna to wake up
We don't hold our down time
Heard this wave's good
This is just an outline

Why am I to shine my shoes? 
Haters looking when they glisten. 
Most my life, in thought and action I sensed this world was like a prison. 
That's a play I won't act in. Practice stretching my compassion.

Hold my hand, I see the depths
curving out and in, infinite.

Dope All Hell (Beat by Stoic)

Beat made by Tristan Childs, I don't own the beat don't sue me, I'm broke.

Dope All Hell (Beat by Stoic)

Heady Mental

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