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letra de seonaidh - werd (s.o.s)

check,

i cannot rest my iris hyper-perplexed,
i’m eyeing ideas to find my isis but i digress.
these introverts this mad mission they often vent,
i was rapping back when tizer vans were in yer ends.
it’s like my abdomen was mixed with adamantium,
i’ll slash and attack a massive c-nt,
i’m giving it gas but i love to burn.
i keep a voodoo of myself and i hope i learn,
have to feel pain to release these creative turns.
the real me, persona, kind of hidden though,
i tend to say a lot more when voices in my head let go,

(i am better, i am better, hear the eco-chamber)

a whole scene of believers,
justin beavers, inbetweeners,
all feeling we’re g*nius, deny that it’s meaningless,
but deep down – what are we achieving ken?
i’m unique, like everybody else,
turtle in my sh-ll in my home i dwell,
becomes a cauldron with anxiety spells,
we create our own poison and curse ourselves,
h-ll, i’ve taken quasimodo’s bell,
and broke my own back,
now destined to fill the gap, with my ales,
(do it, do it)
my characters they carousel,
and counter-react as my consciousness picks who to feel.

(woo x 3)

[phone rings] h-llo, who is that?
i’ll take a phone survey just to have a chat,
a real conversation, better with some strings attached,
to can’s buried deep under-ground next to scottish rap.
here at night, i’m hearing hostel soundtracks,
my window hears the pain of a cityscape in contrast,
the smashing of a drink glass,
the siren of a pig car,
the crying of a couple breaking up under the night stars.
i’ve lost my spirit,
that’s good – i’d only drink it.
i eat chips off my shoulder,
down my brass neck for dinner.
we’re action figures that’s timid,
couple of movements with it,
but restricted never felt realistic in it,
plastic smiles these days look a gimmick,
with painted on emotions in everyone i witness.

(f–k)

- werd s o s

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