Think of this as special A breath of a fresh steaming mess Shoveled with that rubble Trouble minds my evil threats Mountain climb until you see an apex Short of a war waged yet I'm sort of a lord ain't it? Foreign to Hell's basement You're horribly bound and gagged with Those soaking disordered pages They concealed your fate dear That you teach to your ministry and singing stings My ears will bleed Your joy reminds me of misery Meet in the middle Enemies in a common place They say, "like men let's talk it through" I chewed up their speech To each their own and each infant in a sleeping home shrieks Should have left a lightbulb on, see I'm left. Brightness in my scorned dome The lightbulb above my head Sounded better through the phone Did I forget to dial? Or was it my denial? We can't coexist I've been dead for awhile. Reboot the public into diluted numbers We drink soup for supper and reuse that hunger We're the wonders that you're under We chewed the sucker We choose to suffer, motherfucker. Found a crazed kid Walking in the rain with Not a soul around Hell, his soul was on vacation Someone did you wrong And they're gonna pay quick He had a switchblade He just needed some persuasion First, who's to blame For this dissonant pain lived Second, throw that shame away But that's more basic Third step, new neck More ventilation Fourth, of course Get that fucking body off the pavement Clean up the rest is up to you Don't worry bout the spinning lights Even if they're red and blue Trash heaps work His family's not concerned Lowlifes killing lowlifes Is how the world burns Shown light and hold tight He's got him in an urn I never said collect your debt Go back and check the terms You signed it like finger-painting with a pin prick Your blood is your oath Your oath is diminished. I'm proud you stood up to your troubles Crowned kings need no doubles Now if we can discuss the payments He's dead in the ground And never got famous

Rude Max: I forfeit, my cores in torment my soul must forget, my war with porcelain i'm more than morbid, disturbed distorted important to say the least, yo fuck your horse shit with evil endorsements and homies that smoke weed of course enjoy it, perfection is guaranteed i'm born to be a devil and rock some angels wings same day, that Richard the Lionheart was crown king i'm so stoned, enclosed in my home alone, i'm so numb, i'm dumb cause i'mma a stoner but i'm in love with hip hop and music and maybe, someday, somehow i'll be the damn owner cause i'm the rawest, awaiting my nostradamus the monster up on the beats they all call beholder on my shoulder are demons who throw boulders, i'm so stoned, i'm stoked to get stoned-er You should stop I got few loose thoughts Not screws, but a few crews taught If your art ain't skewed by the dark just stop I forfeit My lord extorts flesh A tortured soul gets what they should, correct? Bring it back The future isn't what you're ready for yet Stacks of ash covering your warm bed Attach to your past to what classmate had you most stressed Attack synapses trying to form in your head They can't get passed an ever-present Taurus He's ran by man And has the same motives We left a trail of ooze so move lightly My heavy trodden path deforms and turns slightly More forward towards the proverbial light, please Soar with those scores of incorrigible right wings FIghting my team post edit Your life's been wiped clean, no credit I'm all about sightseeing, so instead of Hiding in your basement lets do something better You're bringing whips and chains? My tongue can do the same The sentiment's been drained Now only sin remains Could have corrected all the shame But you've been a player in love with games Found a fraction of some fame Frantically fashioned a feeble team Which in my eyes might drive a drink down my beak If I awoke one day as a shepherd with no sheep And everything I speak became an echo back to me I'd be just about as bitter Your nice family's abandoning you. You should stop I got few loose thoughts Not screws, but a few crews taught If your art ain't skewed by the dark just stop

I fell asleep Time at the time was mixed and matched Memories of evenings past Convoluted into a looping mash Not a good phase No good days No words saved me from myself I would say, "I don't need your help" Ignorance and resourcefulness Led into a pit of hopelessness Left me feeling dry and sly Even if I was fully sick I was testy with the fester I never watched that weather Eyes stared straight into the ground and waited for that rotting to occur I was amazed at how ways of caring less about love And more about drugs had me building an ego Forgetting fear and trust And to the dear I lust after Filling your ears with chump chatter I had no motive but I knew what I captured Here's what I gathered I'm not dumb and I wasn't a negative person But when you spend your days trying to worsen what you really should encourage The minute that your mind gets back to working You got to clear it of that bird shit Burned in curses hurt worse if you flirt with perfect Pet me like I'm drugged up Like the days that lasted til sunup A methadonia dumbfuck Piles of powders left by dumptrucks Hundreds of comeups just to get down Stay down, stay fucked up Haven't eaten in days and I feel great No questions Who needs a thrill when you can stay in your comfortable depression If it wasn't the pill that pulled the slipknot it at least increased the tension And baby we're so good at just hanging out Swing danced away momentum from the chandelier in my house I fucking doubt I would've had it any other way A hard headed good egg on his good days wasn't hearing what you say I live for hear and just today In the now and just to play Awful mind-state, and fake Insufflate what I put on this plate I hate how I could've been great I take for granted all the chances you gave I fixed my ways and now I'm trying learn how to save But every night it still feels like I got two feet in a six foot grave If you cheat death he'll come back one day Give him a reason to wait. Lige Newton: I fell asleep without a single memory of what my mother would mean with every kiss, and every tuck of my bedsheets. she never left, she only said goodnight. was she so proud when there is no promises in prediction. pick your weapon of choice and choose your addiction.

Wake me up Fair is fair I've had enough Double dared out a casket Clamped wrist in the snare And sand drips were unfair Zip lips and the black bag I'm the embodiment Of your pharmacologist environment That was wrong but lived incautious With a caustic wish to fall in pits Met a Molly and she was falling quick A set of follies then we crawled into abyss A bitch they said, I called her quits Sister wouldn't snitch Suitably distant I wish that We went back my mission Would be to show you the person you were missing Give time to my family not a pill ridden vixen Lit a Marb in the kitchen Sniff sniffin' gripping a beer I was sipping One eye closed I appeared to be kicking Breathing awfully but my fear was in remission Little did they know I would keel over sick when I fell all the way home and landed face down Memory foam never said that I'd drown I was never evil but I had my doubts Lige Newton: Did you ever uncover your ugly face? Take a pill for the pain, and kill all the evil with over the counter laced? One drink and dreaded dreams become stayed up to late. and when I wake let the new day sunburn my bedridden face with fact or fiction, dreams or visions, and the feeling that your pleasant memories are now forgotten. and I am awake what is this taste? I am awake, but I don't feel a thing. Shadow: I woke up to a new world And broke down when the noose twirled I fell apart when the rope broke But I was pieced back together with some bowl smoke I was in a slump but I'm out now Peaks do exist in valleys You just have to travel to find out how Lights do exist in dark alleys Don't be afraid of the changes Familiar comes from the strangest Don't just shoot if it's aimless Because not all targets are brainless Not every heart is so painless There's still fire in the land of the flameless They don't really care what your name is You can fucking die and still fell awakeness

A freak to destiny Second guessed those steps And left me a trembling mess I mean instead of lean I shook mean And literally couldn't seem to stop the seize I ought to cease I've been taught peace Still sin caught me So when taunting My crooked will will probably lean towards the offering Fuck remorse reach for those pills Start gobbling mouth as wide as the Big Sky Pez dispenser in real life But what goes in stays in, fight Back that waste that's inside Trying to escape to save your life But that's fifty bucks Don't puke up the goodnight Unless motions make you start to spin and writhe I've been on every thrill ride But still got time See my habit hugged me Like cords corralled your budging I hung with shady company All their mommies loved me Summer dreams are more suitable in Winter A dozen drinks sacrifice for sleep My poor liver Sorrows from my past make me think thicker So when you fall right off my wall Something must've tripped ya Outta my house Another drink down I said that I'm sorry so hear me out These here shouts will turn screams now I'm fucking sorry Tears streak down Cared less bout the caress Then I did for the stared at bare flesh Sex turned so tasteless Methadone mended relations Unless motions make you start to spin and writhe You've been on every thrill ride But still got time See my habit hugged Embrace us, we're lovely You, me, and the other me Three's company A proudly had Good time gone bad What a future, fucked plans Cruised cool, then crashed Two fools approach me I grin and I laugh No one will touch a blood dripping sociopath This wavy motion has my stomach in a bind I hate fucking thrill ride But I'm still in line I had a habit and you, lucky Gotta hand it to you, trusting In a junkie's suffering's one thing I could never do

These halls are infinite And portrait I walk past Seems to follow me with it's eyes If I pause the outstretched Hands seem to touch me If only I were two dimensional The steps are slow The depth unknown I'm not perpetual I'm eventual Too much scooby snacks I'm woozy falling in booby traps A solid floor collapses I fall flat on my ass Is this another corridor? Floors and floors of boring art I can't wait to hit bottom The tops where I start If you aren't providing me love Say goodbye to me If you aren't providing me blood Stay outside please High beams in my dreams Dreams of floating high seas What do they mean to my being Die Chill, temperate zone of my skill Clandestine that I fill With swill to make your vibe real Light talk, six shots, lazy eyed, then pissed off It's a phase I'd hate to miss Not a way of existence Slipknotted my angsty ways Till they lost movement in their face I wish I had the drive to attempt this maze A place, gothic how they decorate Halls that dissimulate the pitfalls of keeping pace We'll devolve to second place If you aren't providing me love Say goodbye to me If you aren't providing me blood Stay outside please High beams in my dreams Dreams of floating high seas What do they mean to my being Die Now I was passive, but this castle must be mastered It would take the toughest bastard to remain in it held captive It's all classist Good, bad, and magic I shook mad at the masses I took maps for granted I look passed the fans of which choose the books and their chapters They cook up madness I coup up sadness Pro or epi, my dialogue's directing Your view on this hallway And if the fucker's got an ending If you aren't providing me love Say goodbye to me If you aren't providing me blood Stay outside please High beams in my dreams Dreams of floating high seas What do they mean to my being Die

Everything I knew is now never Too confused to do better I remember a house full of friends Well fiends, and each parted my pleasure That bill blanketed that pill Anxious as hell for the Crushkill Waiting for a smell to chill Let that unkept garden wilt No beef, the farmer's ill Sorry still, I meant to call you back Instead I called in sad I love my bed but my monster He's been mad Relax too much you'll relapse React too much you'll need that Leaning awkward with a somber tight jaw And my paws gripped to my knee caps Could he try to steal these tabs? No he's family, Jesus So it seems But only human beings Can still have demons intact Gotta lotta love to give But I think I'll keep it for the time being Attached to my bed again Shadow stretching up the slanted ceiling That's all mental illness is I want a dead head Not some mellow movement bitch I'm sick of seeing red Still convinced there's other colors But I have yet to see them You thought this purgatory was scenic But till Hell I haven't seen shit Let me process It goes from bad to bland to dead To back again, happy then it takes your girl hostage No note Her captor needed the company He has what he wants from me My art may be suffering But my heart feels nothing Let the strong hold the wait Amusement Nothing What's there to create if Amusement Nothing Formed a can-do attitude Into a candid latitude And that hand that I handed you Did more than that man can do He's not a fan of truth And I'm a fanatic Hobbies are my habits Branded like cattle is If the saddle fits don't adjust Destructed trust Atrophy amazes me Utter pain, shuddered breath Dope factories raised me They're guilty of neglect Defended you to the point Maybe you sensed some affection I let my empathy get the best of me I am the king of misconception And I'm sorry for the mention No name though, you know yours Just because we find our savior doesn't mean he's our lord Resurrected and the only message that I brought forth Was it's dark and cold A spark couldn't hold But Satan shared his torch Corridors so small, your breath escapes you Shimmy through the hall as the bones and skulls scrape you The whole populous is rats, I'm not being hateful But you would eat through your family if I dropped a fucking crumb from my table Let me process It goes from bad to bland to dead To back again, happy then it takes your girl hostage No note Her captor needed the company He has what he wants from me My art may be suffering But my heart feels nothing Let the strong hold the wait Amusement Nothing What's there to create if Amusement Nothing

Take my guns and leave me weed Save the wolves and kill the sheep I believe in Nothing More music than enemies I'm one panic attack away From having to lacerate And snap my brain back to pain Happily sad's a shame, really Hansel had bread to lay Gretel was dead to me Childhoods don't matter if they only want your resume I've been neglecting things It's been depressing me A session in the studio will curb it for about a week Something's coming out of this dark house I've been devoured by It's certainly not me, but God it sure looks like I got my hoody up on some fuck the good guys, goodbyes And all the look alikes in his life get despised He's so throwed solo De-throned pro-bono He don't know his no-no's from his O.K.s and "go slows" You wanna know my history, I bet you that that ghost knows I'm a fucking mystery Your eulogies, I wrote those. Wormwood: The pain past his eyes like the smoke from the gunpiece blowing holes in his soul the game is played til the fun cease maybe the player can keep pace til he hits the paydirt yeah he make the lames hurt but this strain ain't working so we gotta switch it up he said from the bathroom blowing lines of linsinopril trying to get his brain to act soon that zoom that zip that zazz, it has been, missin for awhile credit goes to style resurrectors revilement revived fresh enough to make your neck hurt much like the network, implanted in the best earth the yes sirs of these silly leeches ain't enough to appease life'll burn til the pain cease we're caught up in the same crease so leave he me we, whichever you prefer you'd be better off digging for fire in the dirt building empires is work but I guess its pretty worth it when the only alternative is getting lit and feeling worthless the injection hurts yes but its for the good of everyone just keep your eyes out the window know the feeling of the setting sun Striving, stri-striving for some insight. Striving, stri-striving for some insight. Striving, stri-striving for some insight. The flames rise high on the riot I incite.