1979

[Scratches] [Verse 1] I bleed liquid gold and slur speech in a cryptic code My feet slipping on this twisted road Only the mystic knows the lone figure in the distance No bigger than the sum of his inscriptions Or the extent of his conviction I sip vitamin enriched liquid diction And digest fiction for culture I'm force fed prose, the monster My head and neck connected by a pole Tryna hold things together like the skins I fold And take my food for thought with a pinch of salt True to form, my sin results in self doubt Look into my eyes, I don't need to spell it out You can see it, how I tripped and fell down And picked myself up, turned myself round From the cliff's edge, and staggered home like a misled Piss head, and put up a fight till my fists bled I choke on lead, until my spit's red When I step outside to get a quick breath Of fresh death, now there's no air left And fifty percent of us couldn't care less I bare flesh, exposed to the cancerous Light like tearing the film out your cameras I'm still ravenous, I feel my stomach acid Keep burning as I work towards another classic Melt your plastic chat, snatch your comfort blanket In this cold world you're naked and unattractive And your tactics are underhanded I hibernate through the winter, and wait for the summer madness [Scratches] [Verse 2] Call me the dirty stop out, foetus on the couch Stout on my breath and a bad case of desert mouth Forever drowning my pain in the pleasant sound Of whispered words and rainfall on level ground Gagged and bound with no hope of getting out Save the secrets and lies, I'm tryna settle down But like the weather now, I'm unpredictable My hate's bitter but my love's unconditional Living in this digital age, these are strange days My rage tamed, but freed on the same page I make waves, till I wash away the refuse God of the sea, these are the eight wings of Neptune I make moves to refuge, but don't sleep And walk the streets, with a rose in my teeth And a bittersweet song in my heart, I take heavy steps The hard-headed Jehst climbs his own Everest So till the very end, I won't ever rest I'll serenade my angel with every breath God sends in remembrance of lost friends Whenever my top ten drops, I'll know what went on then Provokes me to focus ahead Close my eyes and get close to the dead I'm the ghost that's meant to be released from limbo Between two worlds like the thief at the window [Scratches]