Centuries of Damn

Fuck the sun, fuck its kind Daylight sucks, waste of mine I fuck my mind, narrow my mind I bide my time like fuck in place One day, I'll wave sun to ice Watch its kind get thrown like rice My cackle stretch out like thunder So fucking loud, it's vulgar I pull my face out the dirt slow These days I only wake up third of the way, narco Held to deep rapid eye move, hold These days I recede, rapid I reload Gun my chances closed road, no road left to travel I know what this calls for Where's my scalpel? Operation cut Like I'm bored sew my inner war up like corn, rows My internal war blows like freezing fog in Oslo Frozen I can't get soft, baptized in hoarfrost Like carbon monoxide garage Freeze your blink with sandman's flush I hate you so much I hate your laws I hate your need a cause I hate your faux touch I hate every last one of you I ponder digesting razors just to be done with you I love you so much I'm triple the motherfucker Mondo fisted, full of backwards From banana town manor My slang step like legless lizard I fuck around, fashion a rocket Shoot to Mercury for the winter Extended vacation till I decompose on my splinters I pull my face out the dirt slow These days I only wake up third of the way, narco Held to deep rapid eye move, hold These days I recede, rapid I reload Gun my chances closed road, no road left to travel To centuries of damn I've never been so yawn Can't believe I'm still standing Can't believe life take this long I stagger off to find my lighter I don't return until the day Sad A validates Mankind's destiny in a worm By the way, I don't pet bleachers Courtside to nose-bleeders Like I shoot shit with gimps No response, losem' once Incoming second attempt To be real, I just shoot 'em up (just shoot 'em up) Them clueless strut nailed to crucifix Lilith shoved up her cunt (shoved up her cunt) Fuck I pull my face out the dirt slow These days I only wake up third of the way, narco Held to deep rapid eye move, hold These days I recede, rapid I reload Gun my chances closed road, no road left to travel I pull my face out the dirt slow These days I only wake up third of the way, narco Held to deep rapid eye move, hold These days I recede, rapid I reload Gun my chances closed road, no road left to travel