From the recording The Lambs Have No Eyes
Lyrics
Nightmare in the needle drip Jesus weeps in demons’ grievances
Reaper kiss the fetus ribs, I breathe where the bleakest lives
Caught between the priests and myths questioning if what i see exist
Dreams of sequences eclipse a reality which needs a fix
They say Abaddon’s grin shimmer in glasses where the phantom swim
Faith perish in arrogance took a dive as the barrel spin
Once heard heaven’s inheritance auctioned off through the systems embarrassment
Angel dust and negligence what makes the reverence decadent
Ego experiments Freedom’s a deficit grief is the therapist
Crosses corrode in the rain of derelicts
Crown built off rotten tongues moss cling to forgotten ones
Soft lips that kiss the gun the only noise from a silent nun
The asylum shun triumphant moments from the shaolin monk
Excuse me busy on a diamond hunt mind lost in the violence sunk
Trial come judge blind to vile hums look what idols become
The pride overruns a hopeless wanderer ask Mumford and sons
I summon distortion my aura’s a morgue with endorsements
Torching the portraits just the start of their torment
From Blk Sheep to the orphans we owed a piece of your fortune
We'll die tonight if it achieves our needs by the morning
My peace born from war’s grin the poor eat endorphins
Soul warped from metamorphis If you so choose to honor the sorceress
Find a muse or die in performance
I resurrect pandemics palate polished with cadaver aesthetics
Palms stain poetic, plague-scripted, performative prosthetics
Bloodlust births vendettas, braided into the rise of my genetics
I sip embalming fluid tea, prophets bleed through porcelain
Heaven’s just a hoarder’s den of corpses forced to orbit sin
I watched seraphs snort their origins discard creators in memoriam
Faith’s a fraud in tailored cloth stitched tight by the mortal limbs
I keep my circle right, I calculate the cost of kin
Betrayal sits in my rearview, no more snakes that could slither in
Now every step that I take, carries a ghosts I will never forgive again
I seen God twirl inside the dope smoke, halos broke on the kitchen scale
Every gram just another prayer, that leads you to a different hell
These rappers talk in fairy tales, I really live what heaven sells
I rose from cells where mothers mail they sons a prayer made in Braille
They spit about survival, me I bled where them angels fell
Nightmare in the needle drip Jesus weeps in demons’ grievances
Reaper kiss the fetus ribs, I breathe where the bleakest lives
Caught between the priests and myths questioning if what i see exist
Dreams of sequences eclipse a reality which needs a fix