M. hostilis (Terminal) ft. blank thought Lyrics

Cannabis consumption covers centuries of punction

And the people at the function are awash in petty gumption

This could mean somethin if I keep the blood pumpin

Tell em that that I'm whole, and it wasn't all for nothin

Cause I'm heated more than ever yet I'm seated in endeavors

And the lever on the wall is as tempting as ever

No more ghosts in this home that I own cause

Ima exorcise the demons then ill call in they loan

Phones ain't for spirits but I feel em in my skull

So I mull over thoughts as I wonder if I'm null

Pull out the meaning of my every though and cull

All the ones in my way, all the ones that are dull

Nobody expected me to be the literal

Esteemed high priest, with the greatest of the roles

Among the chosen few, with direction vertical

Its only up from here, no longer terminal

Thought that I was whole, but I wasn't really full

Felt the hunger creepin in, but couldn't spot sadistic pull

Fell into a hole, couldn't see the faintest light

I knew right away that this was gonna be a fight

A sport of death or life, russian roulette every night

When I pull the trigger, all I feel is my spite

I'm numb and out of fright, it's my personal plight

Winged soul, catch the gale

Lift the veil, perceptible

See the truth for all its worth

The indigo children all

Scrambling for raptured earth

Pump the brakes and stake it

Dump the fakes and say it

Let us have our day and

And I'm certain we can make it

Pillars under hatred

Break em and survey em

Find out how you feel how you do and just embrace em

Lace upon our faces

Widows stuck in stasis

Grief will paralyze, find a way to re-convey it

Tumble down my dashboard

Confession for the rash boys

This crash was no accident

And I decide the temperament

Manifesto imminent

Liminal and needin it

Criminal and feelin it

Crippled but I'm wheelin shit

And everyone is frightened

Cause I'm really kinda killin it

Spit the bit and swallow, don't despair, never wallow

Keep an eye behind, makin sure you ain't been followed

Shadows always chase and the streetlights are hollow

One eye in the past, as to fend off all the sorrow