歌手:SUMMONED SOULS
专辑:《Allegory》

Imma **** a ***** in my No Fear visor
And the sun ain't even rise yet, everything's a lie
Tan Saucony's on my feet... black tee, grey skies
Long sleeves... roll em up, cut my wrists and black my eyes
Imma get some money quick... gotta pay tha bills homie
Never understood myself, why you acting like you know me?
Lonely loner, so discerning, you a lick you ain't my whodie
So then don't be trynna clone me, airplane mode, don't try and phone me *****
Wickeder Witch of tha East... you know it's me by tha cloves in my feet
Stay bundled up when it's 90 degrees, in my Stone Island jacket I lay on tha beach
You don't know **** about life on tha streets...
pull up ya crib bumpin' Nails in tha Prius
Hop out and enter your house like the demons
that enter my dreams every night that I'm sleeping
Tha smoke alarm beeping when Maiden be creepin'...
I wanna live, I just needed a reason...
What do I do when I look at my wrist
and the bleeding is done but I never stopped breathing?
Cauterize all my wounds, tha deed is done now
6 (times 3), you see tha sun now
Guillotine chop, my freedom runs out
Deities watch, I need a god now...
Wait til I get in my zone, maiden tha lymph in ya node
Eidolon laying on gold, now we be stacking the bones
Cloven tha foot, I'm appalled by all tha **** I've been sold
We be tha plague... y'all barley got common cold
Welcome to the only life that I have ever lived
Been sleepin with these demons since I was a little kid
Mix Gingy with that Johnny just so I can get some z's
Two steps from the ledge till I'm a puddle in the street
Jump
To the next life now wish I never died
Ghost out the shell by the time the sun rise
Concrete bed last vision in my eyes
Yeah Next life begins I'm the reaper and the scyth
Young Jack Nicholson axe to your back
Overlook me stepping as I'm closin the gap
Lil witch maiden with the flame and the mask
And the all white visor no fear on the strap
Ain't nobody gone outshine me
Bump this **** creepin down Prince street
Flow on point like mountain peak
And you go no where like counting sheep
Woe is me, **** these woes
Verses on some Allen Poe
Go coast to coast like my name space ghost
Till your jaw hit the floor and a lump in ya throat
Soul so cold need a scarf and a coat
Trade my soul for the mark of the goat
Eyes blacked out like the face of a crow
Blade to the wrist let the good times flow
I'm eidolon the mother ****ing pistol wielding parasite
Me and Rich Maiden be the phantoms keep you up at night
So despite, all the ****
Burn threw towns with a fresh slit wrist
Day turns night got a young death wish
Leave No life but a face in the mist