text: Fuck the sun, fuck white wine
  Daylight sucks, waste of mine
  I fuck my mind, narrow my mind
  I bide my time like fuck in place
  One day, Ill wave sun to ice
  Watch its kind get thrown like rice
  My cackle stretch out like thunder
  So fucking loud, its 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
  I know what this calls for
  Wheres my scalpel? Operation cut
  Like Im bored, sew my inner war up like corn rows
  My internal war blows, like freezing fog in Oslo
  Frozen, I cant get soft, baptized in hoarfrost
  Like carbon monoxide garage
  Freeze your blink like sandmans 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
  Im 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 centuries of damn
  Ive never been so yawn
  Cant believe Im still standing
  Cant believe life take this long
  I stagger off to find my lighter
  I dont return until the day Sag A validates
  Mankinds destiny in a worm
  By the way, I dont pet bleachers
  Court side to nose bleeders
  Like I shoot shit with gimps
  No response, lose em once
  Incoming second attempt
  To be real, I just shoot em up 
  Them clueless strut nailed to crucifix Lilith 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
  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