*prod by michael mars*

What’s left? anti theft, Yeah can’t take from me I’m an icon deft

Now, what’s next? stay hext, Yeah flirtin with the devil she replied with a sext uh

Who’s at the bottom? I wrote the novel, mass execution play it out like sodom wait

Mirror faced, living waste, I be making what I feel but I don’t know my own taste uh

Who’s at the bottom? (X4)

Yeah, I, can’t tell what I am anymore, an extension of myself opened up to my core, this be DLC never seen before, hit the system reboot then watch it all restore

RGB value three, for all that I can see, third eye like Zee, in my mind is the key, livin life in 5D, enter name there’s a fee, why the thoughts never free?, crush you fucks in debris uh

Every body wanna just fuck with F A D E, all caps with spaces when you write the name, what’s the point of makin music when you sound the same?, I never make the same song and I can make that claim uh

Our service paid no more remorse, superb destruction from final force, my spirit burns the eternal torch, as we venture through infinite doors

My life to you can become undone, burnt to a crisp by hated suns, while the holy few rot away in slums, and our hearts to die war fluenced drums, like the mocking bird shot via guns, on the holy land blessed by the nuns, hands left to bleed built by their sons, watching people die fights for the crumbs

It’s all fucked, and they know that it’s all fucked

All Caps With Spaces

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