Claustrophobilus ft. Disjointed

[Intro] I have no need for your oxygen Breathing is toxic and wheezing I'm coughing phlegm Dream living opulent Serene visions dominant, I mean shit is fraudulent... [Hook] Sleep sealing my eyes shut, the blinds up And light shines a wide white spot on my clock Ticking, open one eye, cyclops Listening a while, protagonist of my life caught in a side plot [Sin7ven - Verse 1] Sick of trying to organize my mind with the sorting hat Forging tracks, where the blight my nine and three quarters at? Watch your step, marauder’s map, when I see distorted facts I call ‘em that, of course, am I blind or is the morning black? Resort to force, pinch my tired eyelids to sort ‘em back Exploring damp, warped corners of my psyche, torch in hand To light the way, nightly byte adventures in the cyberspace Make me feel some type of way like taking pills and live grenades [Hook] [Disjointed - Verse 2] Take my hand to candy land, we’ll look at all the candy people Standing in a circle chanting trying to abandon evil Eagle tattered, wings are fractured, bleeding seeps Diseased and shattered, stagger through hazards, placard patterens lathered with fecal matter Dusty keys played with a sad tune The pianist melancholily works to create what he has to And hates on the fact too, passion derived came and went As he got payed by impatient demands soon [Hook] [Verse 3] Frivolous affections, my ambivalent perception Is a prison and I guess I feel a little less connection With the visions and delirium, bit into mysterious Confection just to see if it was virulent Listen, I don’t care a bit while parrots still live in fear of some pyramids Empirically, you parakeets are parodies, apparently Praying, preaching to choirs believing in liars Kneeling, feeling the fires eating attire seeping with kerosine [Hook] [Disjointed - Verse 4] Tenderfooted, the end of couldn’t, the men are hooded Serendipitous lurid colors burst from my pen that’s wooden Write slower than snails swallowing sea shells Stomach acid melting the surface all of you thieves sell A grievous bystander, quietly slipping grotesque Types of slander, see me wielding a Zweihänder Swines pampered by standard parent figures Meander quicker and quicker before having my crimes answered [Hook] [Sin7ven - Verse 5] My mixtape is fireflies, pitch changes, tired nights Ink stains on prior whites, switchblades and cyanide To kids taking my advice, stick nails inside your eyes The hip shaking witch dating, shit saying silent type You idolize, my oh my, what a fucking joke he is I hope he gets what’s coming to him, low key prolly choking chicks Awoke at six, fixed my broken lips and twisted character Shadows on the wall quoting, whispering my parent’s words