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Sip My Tea w/ K.V.N

prod. Tyler Creed

i feel this curse
run through my veins
its planned, rehearsed
my futures worse
and it’s got the day

seethe the skin
peel away
to show how you and i
could never be the same

reflective chrome
scar up the plains
my search for reason
and hopeful meaning
drips off a blade

her feelings masked
fuck, it suffocates
like endless drags
she flicks the ash
while i burn at the stake

i feel this curse
run through my veins
its planned, rehearsed
my futures worse
and it’s got the day

seethe the skin
peel away
to show how you and i
could never be the same

Never been the same since the day that came ended in the drain
Hurting walking lanes learning talk again all i earned is rain
Churning out the trained got her cure of pain purse of pure reframe
Lost and turn away cost a word away
never learned to stay
cause In a war im found
Not good when im home
I hear the shells and screams of hell it echoes

i feel this curse
run through my veins
its planned, rehearsed
my futures worse
and it’s got the day

seethe the skin
peel away
to show how you and i
could never be the same

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Written by GRIM SALVO
Produced by @33marrow

-  𝐋 𝐘 𝐑 𝐈 𝐂 𝐒  +

I feel my face decay
Tell the behemoth to come and take this shit away
I watch my face fall off
Tell the behemoth I’ll pay him whatever the cost
I watch my face decay
Tell the behemoth to come and take this shit away 
I watch my face melt off
Tell the behemoth I’ll pay him whatever the cost

Take him by the eyes
Tried to feed him to the worms and the flies
I did not fuck with your life
No, I did not fuck with your life

All of these people are willing for digging their graves 
I don’t know you
Do not come to my house for the praise
And go hoping you’re willing to pray

I don’t want static
Bacteriophage automatic
No, I do not want all that damage
No, I do not fuck with your magic 
And try to imagine
All of my enemies up in the attic
Feeding off all their somatic  
Places that you go when other people go jurassic 

God is dead
He did not fuck with your life
There is no fate
The animals wanted the dead minds

Calibrate 
You better gravitate all the way out of your vertebrae  
Before the artificial heart 
Before the behemoth is gonna come up and take your ass apart
I am the unholy synthesis filled with the wickedness
Artificial heart
Fucking with 𝔅𝔢𝔩𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔤𝔬𝔯
Fucking with 𝓑𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮

I feel my face decay
Tell the behemoth to come and take this shit away
I watch my face fall off
Tell the behemoth I’ll pay him whatever the cost
I watch my face decay
Tell the behemoth to come and take this shit away 
I watch my face melt off
Tell the behemoth I’ll pay him whatever the cost

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 
I put the skelly in the god box
Tell your fucking friends this aint Fort Knox 
Fort Knox
Drop 4 masters in a tube sock
Hail mary with the 45 up in the boondocks
You must be guessing how to clean a bloodstain
I guess you’re plundering a rich spot
Hide it in a hole like Hussein 
The grinders show the brain 
Anatomy 
Listen to my kill shit rhapsody
Lately I’ve been seeing demons floating in the atmosphere
Hallucingenia worm would whisper blasphemy
I see things practically 
Anybody tries to take me over will dramatically 
Find out how much of them I carry back with me
Brain is rotten with the maggot 
Feast 
On all these agonies
Run it up for your majesty
All you people can try to mimic the measurements of my depravity
I’m fucking miserable 
You couldn’t last up in my faculties
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33MARROW
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BURNSIDE

Written by GRIM SALVO
Produced by @33marrow

- 𝐋 𝐘 𝐑 𝐈 𝐂 𝐒 + 

Spinning, turning in my grave
I hear the church bells ring
Demons singing, rolling back the eyes
Murder sleeping
Blacking out and waking up with thoughts missing
Ears ringing, fiend of the shadow legion 
Shook to the core from what I witnessed 
But I never had a chance to make it with the living 

Walking dead man
Limping from my mama’s kitchen 
Drinking wormwood
Free from my mental prison 
Bloody red hands
Dripping on my mama’s linens 
Lord, it feels good
All these beetles in my prism 

Walking dead man 
I never had sight, I was blind to begin with  
We drinking wormwood 
Paradise, my mind is sickened 
Bloody red hands
I was born once again in a vision 
Tell me I did good
Gonna carry out the wishes of my own decrepit premonitions 
 
All night covered eyes 
I know no right 
Come and hide outside 
My sight-sight is flooded with the moonlight
Eating with his mind untied 
Blackened vomit with the tide (you can trust me)
I can promise you the lie
Seeping out, burning the edges 
Your tongue has been tied
Crucify my chemical red flesh mind 
I will never kill myself 
I will never fucking die 

Spinning, turning in my grave
I hear the church bells ring
Demons singing, rolling back the eyes
Murder sleeping
BLACK OUT, waking up with thoughts missing
Ears ringing, fiend of the shadow legion 
Shook to the core from what I witnessed 
But I never had a chance to make it with the living
 
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