Name: Prisoner At Home(Prod by ka-meal) by Nate Blunt$
Duration: 2 min 24 s
Description: Prod by ka-meal

Unnerving (Feat. CENOTXPH)

Sonwyr - Wealth

Toe to Toe (FT. YUNG WASTE)

Hakai (Ft. Yung Waste)

MAKE THE ANGELS CRY



Don't know what I want 
Only to witness with vision 
I have no placement or freedom 
No freely given permission
Privileges neglected 
No act to claim my own soul
But be voteless and broken
Be voteless and broken 



Burdens of Sin
Facing internal conflict 
Everything falls apart, cracked plates waiting on doomsday
Reflection breaks to its branches
Oozing uncontrollable pain 
Built up emotion
Psychological damage 
Trauma self inflicted 
Stuck in a frozen state 
Shell shocked 
Eternally haunted 
Memories foggy 
Saddened fate 
Heavy weighted with guilt 
Faced with reality 
Harsh Cold Truth 
From meaningful to nothing 
Sitting there questioning everything 
Existential Crisis
That feeling of defeat that burdens to the grave 
Takes your heart at stake 
Feel like a worthless piece of meat 
Just bones clinged and thoughts to think 
Cursed to be alive or dead it's the same damn thing 
Repeating for history, I wish never existed in the first place 
This sudden guilt of quitting really feels relapsing, effective more than fighting for purpose 
Stuck in the middle of feeling to feeling to feeling to nothing 
The Devil encourages, while the Holy God Abandons me 
Losing my faith, losing my rage, I can't feel anything 
But acknowledge nothing 
Emptyness 
Can't even describe the lust or love 
Don't know what I want 
Only to witness with vision 
I have no placement or freedom 
No freely given permission
Privileges neglected 
No act to claim my own soul
But be voteless and broken 

Animosity, prowling on my prey 
Curiosity, lingers in my brain
Schizophrenia, hearing evil speak 
Blood pressure, is boiling up to rage

Crimson Moon, it urges me to feast 
Lurking doom, controlling all my veins
Crave to Consume, I'm thinking rapidly

Mischievous, deviously 
Slit your tongue so effortlessly
Hidden tombs, that's where your stygian looks
You think I am fool, cast evil spells from
the books
Necromancer, risen troops
I point on thy command, they make sure all is dead by my hand

Thankyou for inviting me to this lovely event
So many possibilities, and victims next 
I think I'll search for the scummiest little fucking peasants 
Hang there bodies show it off to the public
Salem
Massachusetts 
I'm a twisted lunatic 

There's nothing wrong with that oh nooo
What you have done is cleansed for balance 
Woahhh 
Eliminate the rotted flesh that's deserving more of death
Take there final breathe, compress it in an endless bottle
show it off for achievements 
Remind this as an example, no merciful shall be warned of this nooo
If you do then you'll mess with the saint
Or stygian 
Its deserving for your fate





Prisoner At Home(Prod by ka-meal)

Nate Blunt$

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