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letra de delsym - frostyofficial

(instrumental)

[pre-verse]
run!

[verse 1]
god came down grab my spinal fluid
prefrontal cortex told me f-ck it and shoot it
animated skinwalkers find a human and gut it
politician own skin so thin to cut in
inna fight, i just might, rip your follicles
vaporize your eyes into particles
igneous blood from the liberal articles
words from conserved break molecules
tears from trump give us tet-n-s
saliva from biden burning retinas
animal instincts to the nuclear metal
throw it in a coolant and a diy kettle
eaten like necrosis the virus pulling
a vital shutdown start the vigorous tearin
ain’t a godd-mn trace headsp-ce is barren
a zenith in my mind brеak an alternate heavеn (oh god!)
now containment is nothing
all the waste you create match a seven eleven
and the words you berate from the mentally grunted
grab it all from the back and physically f-ck it
in a war on my own with a millennium falcon
tryna preach to the masses like my name was malcolm
x, mark the spot, for the presidents head
twenty eight more weeks till f-ckin everyone’s dead
on our screen is a thing that keep everyone scrolling
soon enough they will say what you always opposing
with the likes, they will like till they hate what they liked
what remain of the sane will be physically spiked
rotting colosseums and parthenons
audubons gettin murked in the autobahn
their confidants in upper echelons
get it gone, hit and run, feel like a champion
[verse 2]
i’ll waste away any champion
you strut away like a centurion
on the floor when the gods roar
c4, in galore, rob a gunstore
terrorize upon the land
the working men pulverize your brand
walk in blue all they see is red
claw the screw that is in their head
every man for his f-cking self
give a thirty souls for more glut in wealth
utopian dystopia
these faces wasted on a precious h-ll
gaze upon your rotten friends
days gone still dodgin death
humans see beyond the eye
demons leak to wash ya mind
oh god!
now the choice is chose
a voice deploys torpedoes
from metal bombs and gizmos
to fatal crops and eskimos
trust to dust must k!ll till dusk
the musk of junk cause flesh to rust
brain enraged inna golden stage
praise the rape of the human race
tell your gods your f-cked again
sell the odds of mayhem
sucked of life stuck in a hole
knife tucked, strike hard, inna fishbowl
see the clouds cause total h-ll
flee the crowd, scarred skulls you smell
hide alone inside your home
lie to death that christ will roam

- frostyofficial

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