From the recording Le Banquet des Damnés
Lyrics
Verse 1:
Every handshake measured, paranoia in the pupils
Love was just a weapon, every bond became a funera.
Those lucky to survive become frozen in the crucible
The truth is you choose to live, survival ain’t beautiful
Steel nerves tempered in the fire of betrayals
Seen them scales tip crooked when the hunger eats the halos
And faith turned brittle, now these prayers feeling fatal
Every sinner saw scripture that’s encrypted in the yayo
Cigarette smoke sketch angel wings over blood stains
Pavlovian triggers once they pulled get your dog maimed
Bullet holes decorate murals where the saints hang
Memory’s a prison where the pictures never change frames
Victory’s a coffin when the trophies never stop death
Every vow fractured, every promise just a rough sketch
Success feels empty if you gotta question what’s left
Love became a rumor in the silence where the gun slept
Verse 2:
Heaven’s sight embedded in measurements of the devil’s might
Tethered tight between the essence known as death and life
Moves precise or lose your life stacking chips while fiends ignite
Pride can be a weapon, confessions etched in the metal bite
Daewoo over violence you don’t wanna feel them letters strike
Pressure lies beneath the veil of lavish tales where serpents dine
The curtains hide the sermons cried aloud by the merchant’s kind
Where certain minds emerge from burdens that’s been turned to signs
Ashes in my cup, pour liquor for the homies that expired
Trust a fleeting shadow, treachery’s the game the streets require
Associates conspire, commit ill fated desire, paranoia climbing higher
The architect of madness, that’s depression’s sole supplier
Fingers kissing cold steel, every villain feel the venom drip
Cipher spit with malice, palace built where malcontent can live
Loyalty’s a curse and gift, snakes equipped with rodent lips
Got prisons full of fathers who won’t know they kids
Verse 3:
They'll baptize you in flames, turn around and preach deceit to you
The reaper creeping through Section 8 steps smell the ether fumes
Either you gon leave consumed, or bleed beneath the fever moon
Woke up to my homie dying and we supposed to meet at noon
I seen my uncle drown inside a baggie’s worth of sedatives
Cousins on the run, parole offices like predators
Still praying for my kin, though the system never mended us
Cinderblock horizons, the ghetto built as pyramids
Blood spilled the mortar, and the law just engineered the grids
Every tear is evidence, the hunger here’s indefinite
We married to the struggle, but the vows come with death in it
Our best intent to not give up despite the fails this life in hell
Will smite the well tryna right your Ls, powder turn apostles into dying tales
Coppers yell, cuffs click my brother’s locked in iron cells
Mama on the curb screaming prayers that the sky don’t sell
Won’t grant you heaven, buy a halo made of rifle shells