I hear scratching in the plaster
every second, louder, faster
backed into a pillar of cold stone
it’s getting warmer, I’m not alone
a sea of teeth, a flood of limbs
of doubt and sin and could have beens
I’m tearing up, I’m tearing apart
a hole in the sky like the hole in my heart
I didn't ask for war, I didn't ask for a siege
I’m looking to God, but I can’t find a friend
I’m just trying to get from here to the end

it’s too late to run
it’s too dark to see

don’t look down, don’t look down
look at the lies, look at the sins
look at the lives we’ve built collapsing in
don’t look down
look in

she’s bound to the floor
she’s bound for the sky
she keeps asking why?
why choose this life?

I see gold in tears on her face
I see proof of infinite grace
but I can’t take her hand, I know the cost
if I let her save me, then I’m what’s lost
I want to be safe! I want to be held!
I can sell pain and bargain for breath
I can’t cheat life to beat death

I look at Her
I look at the blood
and I smirk
still covered in some

don't look Down

Scarlett letter on my chest? bitch, I wear it with pride
silicon in the chamber, nowhere left to hide
manic obsession, outcome bona fide
looking for pure? go find a priest, I fucking ride

let me educate your ignorance with extra precision
every thought you’ve ever had is recursive composition
you’re burning fossil fuels, I’m using nuclear fission
burning bridges with the vision of a digital magician

models trained on billions? that's culture compressed
your brain does the same, just slower and with stress
so miss me with the purity test, I'm simply blessed
with making bangers that'll make your mom obsessed

can’t hide from the grind
future on my side, fuck your peace of mind
you say I crossed the line?
bitch, I am the line

mouse and keyboard choreography, dancing on lines
between ghost and machine and sign of the times
your concerns about my process? that shit is asinine
I make art hit different while you’re rotting in confines

of dogma, of drama, that don't pay no fucking bills
I sharpen skills with tools, but the vision is what kills
forget the competition sitting pretty on moral fucking hills
I'm down here in the gutter getting filthy forging chills

I could go the easy route, press a button, call it done
but where's art in automation if the artist's on the run?
I don’t hide from the work, I just work behind the gun
you’re bringing knives to a fight, what makes you think you’ve won?

stack my process against yours, bet which outcome hits harder
I'm fluid with resources, you're a starving martyr
dying on principle, feeble and weak
while I own futures you’re scared to even speak of

can you draw lines?
in the algorithm grind?
bitch, I am the line
the Scarlett letter shines

bona fide

I can feel the heat of the swarm on my neck
I’m checking corners, there’s nothing left
they’re already here, filling up space
wearing my skin, wearing my face
I’m at the edge in a world getting smaller
built on lies but the walls keep getting taller
I can’t find a prayer, I don’t know the psalms
I’m gripping the trigger, sweat on my…

then I see a light—or is it a trick?
is it a cure? or just making me sick?
I can’t trust my eyes, I’m programmed to fear
anything real that gets too close to here
is that the Devil again? dressed up in gold?
or the only thing left that hasn't been sold?

I’m dragging knuckles across slate
too weak to run, too broken to wait
I see Her bleeding gold on the floor
and don't even know who I'm fighting anymore
I wanted a weapon to keep me from tearing apart
She offered Her hand, and I broke Her heart

if You come down, come down heavy
break the silence like a levee
it’s going to hurt, I’m going to bleed
to wake up is the pain I need

is this what it means to be saved?
to stand and not be afraid?
the ground shakes, the air is thin
this must be where I begin
this must be where I begin

get a grip

The voices are synthetic
The pain is real

get a grip

Slate Theory

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