PROD. ARKOBANKS
4.12.23
My heart do the talking
Enshrouded in falseness
Phosphorescent
My corpse keep on walking
I walk in the darkness
Enshrouded in something that's more than we
Now I can't function

Number 2
Number 3
Or Number 4
They not for me
What I see is past the 1 for sure
Too many keys, no fucking doors
Shit is throbbing, no fucking whores
Celibacy, involuntary, sheesh
Resting in peace
A blessing this will be
Lost all my heat
She siphoned all from me
What do I mean
I poured it out for free
What does it mean
What craft was done
Upon my soul
A puncturing
I can't procure a cure for this
The damage done will last forever
The ransom high
Attention costed
Accosted by the rabble
Fuck em
If I forgive myself
I'm nothing

illusions

LUNACYCL