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umbra - crepitus lyrics

to relax is to detach, leave the physical behind
and so i’m slobbering on this nine
to meet the shadow of my mind
become the u-m-b-r-a
the places prior to no yesterday
and pave the way for motivation
savory flavors and exaltation’s the hope
but this sh-t it pay to play
no sp-ce in the rat race
so i’d rather be the maze
where the out is the in
cause what you’re searching for is within
beneath your skin and bone
yearn for throne
but at the top you’ve got no home
be overthrown and float out in monotony
so it goes like sh-t flows they f-cking die
no one knows and no one cries
despise the gimmick, see through your disguise
your lies know no limit
know no critic
appeal to basic but i’m acidic
realistically terrific less artistic more prolific
certainly s-d-stic would you be my next statistic?
man i’m spitting in your mouth
but you crave me cause you’re hollow
and you want me deep inside you
so you close your eyes and swallow
what’s it taste like to follow
what’s it feel like to need
to hear the voice of a leader
smell the scent of your feeder
now if seeing is believing then your five senses receding
cause you’re dying and you’re distant
every minute less existent
ya you’re faded and you’re fading
while i’m bathing in your failures
feed on what you bleed
nosfuratu indeed absorb my seed and let it grow
if you’re fertile it will flourish
and the fruit will start to show
you might find yourself untie yourself
and let your mind fly free
leave no vacancies i swear your secrets safe with me
so please get sharp like cheddar cheese
there ain’t no time to shoot the breeze
life’s too short for all that feces
focus on my motha-f-ckin 99 theses
don’t play this sh-t at parties, not need to ask why
its like asking a stranger where they think we go when we die
no one wants to turn up, to someone turning down
and it ain’t chill to throw up, when someones throwing down
that raw sh-t on the beat uncooked meat on the griddle
add a little salt and sizzle make learning fun call me mrs. frizzle
take chances make mistakes get messy
but don’t test me cause we ain’t equal ferguson v. plessy
very sweaty are you ready
blast your brains into confetti put it on a plate and serve it
better slurp it like spaghetti
this sh-t getting rough like teddy while the rain is pouring heavy
flooding overflows my levy
so you can shove your chevy
up your sh-tter spitter
shadow figure, shotgun with my toes on trigger
bout’ to be a quitter k!ller wait there are things to consider
like, don’t want my mom to see my face disfigured
nothings sicker, looking like i just met mr. jack the ripper
maybe even zodiac a blade straight through the cardiac
oh think its cookoo?
the correct term’s seppuku
struggle with my lexicon sh-t’s so complex decepticon
its blind rage, uncaged, address me as galvatron
laser to your dome (pilgrim)
scared to be alone (children)
to yourself unknown and all you live for is the chrome (k!ll em!)
rip em apart, work from dusk until the dark
so that the people flock and talk about the body drawn in chalk
step one is demoralize with no one nigh to hear their cries
stare into their eyes, spit, whisper “you are nothing”
cause they gotta know they’re wrong
gotta know they’re worthless
so that when they’re choking on your schl-ng it hurts beneath the surface
plus the tears its picture perfect
b-tch i’ll pitch a tent and start the fire
so i can wack it to the smell of burning flesh awhile
style’s not so literal, i’m shooting for subliminal
its more mythical than physical ascending super critical
i’m poly within singular
got some similarities with singularities, infinite got no boundaries
like b-tches goin through your phone thinking that they’re worth more than dome
i outta let the truth be known but first, finish getting blown
seriously though
life’s about love’s about respect
but that ain’t the type of sh-t that get me cashing in them checks and snapping necks
popularity’s about the flex
no introspection only p-ssies self reflecting
i’m dissecting your infected incorrect perspective
let me st-tch you up, now perfected
become resurrected

- umbra lyrics

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