Lyrics:

[Verse]
I'm sorry if you breakdown it's on me
Take it back again
So sip that in the pitcher it's on me
But don't ask questions
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I
I can feel it, sit right near it
But don't get too close, fear it
This music here is basically a representation of spirit
It tastes like meditation and spirits
It barks like alsatians, It's clear as shit
It feels like Mass Hypnosis, revel on my Inner Self
This Bestial Devastation, bringing you hell
It burns like lucifer and forbidden devil's trees
Gunnin' through my veins I'm awake
I don't need to see Z's
75 deaths yet I'm alive
Decimate my sense of real life
Fuckin break' my perception of senses alike
Engineer my pain
Through this, I feel nothing
Just blissful, and migraines that rape my head
I snake on blood, fuck, my tastebuds again

[Verse 2]
I don't need them
I don't need anyone else on the waves
I got my hands full when I'm mixin' for days
Try, this liquor when I'm offerin' games
Fight me when I'm on the floor and dazed
My stars disappear every night, uh
Dimly lit when I reignite, yeah
Through the fog I can see your face, yeah
I guess it's reddened with nothing but hate
No, I don't like ya like that
I know you want it but you move and I'll fight back
Right, just take another indictment
Dream about me all you want but I'll never light that
Wick for you babe
I didn't know that, now I see straight tho
Can't lose if you don't play
That rule's been there since day 1 for me
I sling sine like oceans packings waves guess I'm a
Class A exhibit of how decay makes an impact inside the human brain
'Cause I'm rotten in my ways
Bad apple, like kindness colours me in basements
I promise everything comes true in the end
Bottle of the same, yeah that's the way we play

[Outro]
In 200003
It's the new normality, for thee
If you don't like that ruling
Get shanked it's a new-world novelty, ha-ha

RE: The Wretched Host

Slimefuck from Brighton, UK.
I make music & visual art.

RE: The Wretched Host

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