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letra de sensory deprivation - sillyfurcorn clock

[hook: lucidd]
floating in voids with nothing in my soul
silence send me deep in a psycho toll
nothing be laying there as black as coal
shutdown, i feel like i’m impossible
floating in voids with nothing in my soul
silence send me deep in a psycho toll
nothing be laying there as black as coal
shutdown, i feel like i’m impossible

[verse 1: lucidd]
braindead, i’m in an ephemeral matrix
brainsick, throw away the bottles got me wasted
hey b-tch, save your own tediousness for later, the wait time in a line to my grave sits basic
i feel like i’m my own soul sitting in a haven
that suck into a siphon tube and down as bottom hatred
the 50 states split apart to waves, hard to stay togеther like a pack of grapes driеd into a raisin
i often say words that fail
but i keep grace with it and i hold it like a rail-
-ing
hail sings by hitting windows seals and wheels rolls off walls and peels off wooden ceilings
carving the words, satanic hail like i’m writing all 150 psalms backwards in brail
i’m attacking your fails, and i’m lunging a knife in your pancreas, face is all pale
drinking hennessy when i be blazing down the avenue
b-tch get yo vibe checked, and get another attitude
get a hazmat suit, man a really rancid dude
get yo ears checked hoe, hitler said a glass of juice
i’m a master computer programmer, i will 3d print your life into stammer, stutter round the corner in du soft pajamas, it’ll be the last time you will see the life around you, thoughts in voids will hit you like a hammer- like a hammer- like a-
like it when you’re passive, but your regrets will engrave your brain
so insignificant, devoid of any meaning like a grain
of sand, i’m raising hands to answer questions never landed
i’m taking a shot, when i fall can you pullin’ the trigger that markin’ the end of my life, deprive me
icees are as cold as my blood
i’m done with the work assigned to me for fun
locking and loading get ready to run
a decillion times more power then a sun
[pre-chorus: lucidd]
deprived b-tch wanna test yo faith
deprived b-tch wanna rest too late
deprived b-tch wanna go in deep
deprived b-tch wanna sew whats reaped
deprived b-tch wanna glaze yo bars
deprived b-tch wanna say you’re hard
deprived b-tch wanna lie to my face
deprived b-tch wanna fly away
deprived b-tch wanna stomp yo brains
deprived b-tch wanna opp domains
deprived b-tch wanna chill a lil
deprived b-tch wanna pop some pills
deprived b-tch wanna go berserk
deprived b-tch wanna go for work
deprived b-tch wanna keep it restin’
deprived b-tch wanna lock they senses

[hook: lucidd]
floating in voids with nothing in my soul
silence send me deep in a psycho toll
nothing laying there is blacker then coal
shutdown, i feel like i’m impossible
floating in voids with nothing in my soul
silence send me deep in a psycho toll
nothing laying there is black as then coal
shutdown, i feel like i’m impossible
[verse 2: down6]
i’ma file the report when i sign off their corpse
up in the morgue, whilst i’m walking they all tend to ignore
what be the evilest possession that recede through the door
eternal weakness in the soul that leave me feigning for more
laying awake in the rotting old trails and now i cannot escape
i smoked another f-ckin’ ounce in only two lonely days
a high the only thing i chase, i only rest when i’m baked
defy the imps, now i’m paralyzed in a prominent haze
scrawny irregular haunt with a glow in the shadow of cavernous sunken abyss and a portal will cover the wall with an eminent shape and it shine
consuming the room when it open, i settle with god in seconds
praying that every new vision is just messing with my ancient eyes
curse forced through the shields by the graves
with a grace that’ll make you never wanna see the dark again
purge led with a torch in a rage, chants began
as i spark another blunt, my heart’ll drown in sin

[verse 3: levigne]
gate chains left unbound
you were the same once, so decay not foreign, l-stre compound
trap wire set, rope wound
step on the trigger point, all focus deployed when upside down
shaking the coins out, robbed of your voice
that fog of war as call of the void
all blocked from sound, all boxed in noise
it’s all drowned out, still locked and conjoined
i watched it fade from all existence as my senses are deprived
and instincts too imbued with death pump their toxins through my mind
[outro: lucidd]
where the f-ck am i?

- sillyfurcorn clock

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