Centuries of Damn

[Verse 1]

Fuck the sun, fuck its kind

Daylight sucks, waste of mine

I fuck my mind, narrow my mind

I bide my time like fuck in place

One day, I'll wave sun to ice

Watch its kind get thrown like rice

My cackle stretch out like thunder

So fucking loud, it's vulgar

[Chorus]

I pull my face out the dirt slow

These days I only wake up third of the way, narco

Held to deep rapid eye move, hold

These days I recede, rapid I reload

Gun my chances, closed road, no road left to travel

[Verse 2]

I know what this calls for

Where's my scalpel? Operation cut

Like I'm bored, sew my inner war up like corn rows

My internal war blows, like freezing fog in Oslo

Frozen, I can't get soft, baptized in hoarfrost

Like carbon monoxide garage

Freeze your blink like sandman's flush

I hate you so much

I hate your laws

I hate your need a cause

I hate your faux touch

I hate every last one of you

I ponder digesting razors, just to be done with you

I love you so much

[Sub-verse]

I'm triple the motherfucker

Mondo-fisted, full of backwards

From banana town manor

My slang step like legless lizard

I fuck around, fashion a rocket

Shoot to Mercury, for the winter

Extended vacation till I decompose on my splinters

[Chorus]

I pull my face out the dirt slow

These days I only wake up third of the way, narco

Held to deep rapid eye move, hold

These days I recede, rapid I reload

Gun my chances, closed road, no road left

[Bridge 1]

To centuries of damn

I've never been so yawn

Can't believe I'm still standing

Can't believe life take this long

I stagger off to find my lighter

I don't return until the day Sag A* validates

Mankind's destiny in a worm

[Verse 3]

By the way, I don't pet bleachers

Court side to nose bleeders

Like I shoot shit with gimps

No response, lose 'em once

Incoming second attempt

To be real, I just shoot 'em up (just shoot 'em up)

Them clueless strut nailed to crucifix Lilith shoved up her cunt

(shoved up her cunt)

[Bridge 2]

Fuck

[Chorus]

I pull my face out the dirt slow

These days I only wake up third of the way, narco

Held to deep rapid eye move, hold

These days I recede, rapid I reload

Gun my chances, closed road, no road left

I pull my face out the dirt slow

These days I only wake up third of the way, narco

Held to deep rapid eye move, hold

These days I recede, rapid I reload

Gun my chances, closed road, no road left