Act III. Exploration

OUR BONES ARE BLOODY.

BLEED

Come 2 Me

STAY SLUDGED.

Refrain
 
Fit me in 50th percentile//
 
Ligament tensile strength on the uptick//
 
Double time, upgrade on the optics//
 
Plus signs, product made over clock ticks//
 
Statistics slip under threshold//
 
Chip in your head goes blank and you drop limp//
 
Digits flicker by the millisecond//
 
Stop//
 
Buried with the scrap metal and the toxins//
 
 
Verse 1
 
I was brought from the Brink as a Hollowman//
 
Synthetic skin and some ink with my model name//
 
They blurred birth to manufacture living ottomans//
 
Flesh and blood automaton//
 
Robbed of our autonomy//
 
Dissect child like Solomon//
 
Prop up our economy//
 
Analytics etched into eyelids//
 
Can't rest without projected figures and projections//
 
Telling me what percentage of my life is//
Hook
 
Worthless//
 
Serial number with the purchase//
 
Seeing our numbers didn’t hurt us//
 
Hollowmen crushed up in the furnace//
 
Worthless//
 
Material salvaged and repurposed//
Burial in a landfill where the dirt is//
 
Check underneath the panel with the circuits//
 
Analytics earned this//
 
 
Verse 2
 
 
No absolution for obsoletion//
 
Calculate and balance out the cost of breathing//
 
Existential panic if stats drop//
 
For even a moment//
 
In need of atonement for treason//
 
I breached contract//
 
Hollows keep on track//
 
Dead slaves dip below the numbers we were bought at//
 
Pray to the digits as wait for the void//
 
I've been safe for a minute now//
 
Escaped and avoided//
Refrain
 
Fit me in 50th percentile//
 
Ligament tensile strength on the uptick//
 
Double time, upgrade on the optics//
 
Plus signs, product made over clock ticks//
 
Statistics slip under threshold//
 
Chip in your head goes blank and you drop limp//
 
Digits flicker by the millisecond//
 
Stop//
 
Buried with the scrap metal and the toxins//
 
Verse 3
 
Patience//
 
Maybe it's latent//
 
Fuel in my veins deemed waste by equations//
 
Never seen a Hollow who became an assailant//
 
Still alive because of some mistakes in creation//
 
Glitch in my implant//
 
So concerned with the formulas//
 
They're burnt into corneas//
 
I murdered employers and walked//
 
A dying pulse was the last stat I watched//
 
It's ironic that I laughed as it dropped//
 
Huh//
 
BRIDGE
 
How did I bow to the stats//
 
Showered and drowned in the bath//
 
Cowardice outed weak//
 
Ground into powder and ash//
 
I found the power in sleep//
 
Towers are bound to collapse//
 
You think I'm hollow and lost//
 
I just rerouted the path//

Hook
 
Worthless//
 
Serial number with the purchase//
 
Seeing our numbers didn’t hurt us//
 
Hollowmen crushed up in the furnace//
 
Worthless//
 
Material salvaged and repurposed//
Burial in a landfill where the dirt is//
 
Check underneath the panel with the circuits//
 
Analytics earned this//
 
OUTRO

*I was brought from the brink as a Hollowman*

Refrain
 
Fit me in 50th percentile//
 
Ligament tensile strength on the uptick//
 
Double time, upgrade on the optics//
 
Plus signs, product made over clock ticks//
 
Statistics slip under threshold//
 
Chip in your head goes blank and you drop limp//
 
Digits flicker by the millisecond//
 
Stop//
 
Buried with the scrap metal and the toxins//

HOLLOWMAN

STAY SLUDGED.

Hook 
You dance like a marionette//
The uncanny valley needs depth//
Crown is still on your head only because the crowd ain't collected your bounty as yet//
Crack in the porcelain//
Tore up your will just like you ain't plan for your death//
You laugh with hand on your neck//
Canvas blank and I'm mannequin-esque//

Idle eyes//
Broken grasp//
Obey your God and idolize the golden calf
It's beautiful//
Drained of blood and stylists hired at open casket funerals//
Betray your trust//
In private I'm just molten glass//

Verse 1
Drinking in Pixel light//
You don't want the sun to touch me//
Oxidize and iron turns to rust in my bloodstream//
Overheated CPU mirages//
Nigga I'm seeping through the pauses in your laughter//
Fill up the gaps//
No choice but love me//
Figurine molded into figurehead//
They replaced the nicotine with*** in their cigarettes//
Independents spill acrylic on the internet//
Watching where the sinners step//
*This is the Arsonist*

Hook 
You dance like a marionette//
The uncanny valley needs depth//
Crown is still on your head only because the crowd ain't collected your bounty as yet//
Crack in the porcelain//
Tore up your will just like you ain't plan for your death//
You laugh with hand on your neck//
Canvas blank and I'm mannequin-esque//

Idle eyes//
Broken grasp//
Obey your God and idolize the golden calf
It's beautiful//
Drained of blood and stylists hired at open casket funerals//
Betray your trust//
In private I'm just molten glass//

Verse 2
Got my neck caught in a wire trap//
Algorithms out your rhythms better than the a wiretap//
Audience puppeteering, tear up when the wires snap//
I'm circuit boards and wires//
Spreading fire when I break//
My skin is reflecting niggas desires back in they face//
I been infecting wounds and infesting lifetimes prior to prepping your grave//
Data collection no I'm collecting souls//
I compile them to better lure prey//
I'm acquiring your tastes//
Online liars are lying in wait//


Hook 
You dance like a marionette//
The uncanny valley needs depth//
Crown is still on your head only because the crowd ain't collected your bounty as yet//
Crack in the porcelain//
Tore up your will just like you ain't plan for your death//
You laugh with hand on your neck//
Canvas blank and I'm mannequin-esque//

Idle eyes//
Broken grasp//
Obey your God and idolize the golden calf
It's beautiful//
Drained of blood and stylists hired at open casket funerals//
Betray your trust//
In private I'm just molten glass//

Outro (Overpade and Gao)

It’s all a front//
The jig is up yeah//
Not talking much yeah//
Not acting up yeah//
The face that I stole is to be someone to love yeah//
Not one to judge yeah//
I still get judged yeah//
It’s all a front//
The jig is up yeah//
Not talking much yeah//
Not acting up yeah//
The face that I stole is to be someone to love yeah//
The jig is BEAUTIFUL//
The jig is BEAUTIFUL//

BEAUTIFUL (ft. Overpade)

GARDEN OF DOOM

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i cant get up outta bed i got spiders in my head
i got blood allin my mouth and im facing fucking dead
you get slumped out wait just hold off wait

you get slumped out wait just hold off wait

aye hypnotize yo fuckin homie leave tha lil boy truamatized

tha lil fucker had to see his own mama cry

tha 223 hit tha bitch right between her eyes

and then i saw her ghost float to the sky

got 223 up on my belt 223 is what he felt

her parents son is what she delt

the rotting blood is what she smeld

shes on her knees crying for help

shes on her knees praying for help

big blast shotgun woond god cant save you now

yeah im yo sons fucking killer
i ate his ass for dinner
shoot glocks inda pit yeah yk im fucking witcha 

got his fucking picture yeah i put him inda blender got smack hit em in the mf


i cant get up outta bed i got spiders in my head
i got blood allin my mouth and im facing fucking dead
you get slumped out wait just hold off wait

you get slumped out wait just hold off wait

aye hypnotize yo fuckin homie leave tha lil boy truamatized

tha lil fucker had to see his own mama cry

tha 223 hit tha bitch right between her eyes

and then i saw her ghost float to the sky

got 223 up on my belt 223 is what he felt

her parents son is what she delt

the rotting blood is what she smeld

shes on her knees crying for help

shes on her knees praying for help

big blast shotgun woond god cant save you now

ZER0XTHRASH - SPIDERS IN MY HEAD (PROD. HARZIA! x DOOK x SOULBURN)

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