Citadel Lyrics

Shanking a twisted motherfucker just to show em I mean business

Cross the name off of the hit list getting red up from the litmus

Know by now that I'm depraved I'm the ripple and the wave

Removing unpacking unwrapping the daggers that fall in me they remind me what I crave

You are nothing but a contingent fluke

Cause it wasn't no skill that was given to you

New weak track bout to flock to the internet

Almighty god we can't ever let him forget

Two out of three I call that an isosceles

Put em on mute with these different philosophies

You want attention then cut horizontally

How many laws that I follow unlawfully

Cycle around like a roundabout

And I'm a no one in a too-crowded town

Say that I'm something without the clout

Then wonder who's gonna talk with the loudest mouth

He has risen far above the common man

What is missing your deceit I'm not a fan

Seated in the citadel the point of singularity

Guarded by the consecrated now observe with clarity

Too invested for extraction to the sky

Still infested with these wicked thoughts of mine

Infinitesimal to be compressed in a vacuum the records will not be expunged

Been imperceptible but unpreventable blood on the film is creating a smudge

Depression is a bitch I've seen it's a fact a bit too well

Suspended in the abyss who else wanna fuck with me in the hole that you dwell

Encroaching on the liberties initiating new upheavals

Damage the planet and all its inhabitants they got a patent expending the diesel

Separation you scared of that

You won't stay right here like where you at

Ain't a secret tracked down go to my scent

And I got no fucking halo parked over my head

Fuck it I'm sober enough ain't no dope in the cut

For now I will be choking on rust

Trick up my sleeve with the coke and the dust

I'll be killed by the overdose hoping it does

In no mood for the theistic shit

But I'm coming up short what the meaning is

Got what I want still destitute

Wanna shroud myself wanna end it too

He has risen far above the common man

What is missing your deceit I'm not a fan

Seated in the citadel the point of singularity

Guarded by the consecrated now observe with clarity

Too invested for extraction to the sky

Still infested with these wicked thoughts of mine

Infinitesimal to be compressed in a vacuum the records will not be expunged

Been imperceptible but unpreventable blood on the film is creating a smudge