Flies in his Stomach

[Hook] In silence, I can hear the buzzing Flies crawl and frolic, trying not to vomit, ‘s like I’d like my mind to clear and function Lights off, his pockets light, scoffs sardonic spite [Verse 1] I feel my hands tremble as I leave the class, temple Burning, churning stomach, vomit stirring, sir I’m fine, heart on my sleeve, wear a lot of turncoats Slurring words, early bird, paradox a wormhole Terracotta urn flow Headphones blaring out the Pharoahe Monch - Internal Affairs, trying to turn diurnal, screw it Eyes purple, staring in the rhyme journal, lucid Head spinning maybe from the stressing mess Should I even try to make it to the lesson Yes? Oh, guess so, head low, running through Hallways, all day, headphone plug is loose Klepto, stealing all this thunder Keeling over slumber so he feeling low and under Scheming on the dola, hope I’m meeting all the quota Soma bleeding on the sofa, ceiling weeping on my coda, leaking [Hook] [Verse 2] Next morning, stretch yawning, wanna fly a rocket ship To mars and shit like fuck the world and father the apocalypse Solipsist, in squalor sits upon biggest ball of spit Somber, pale, Undertale talking y’all can call him Frisk Cuz, I keep dying and stuff Lighter fluid doesn’t do it, someone fire me up Acquire a tire iron and knock some sense in me The ride on the bus quiet across the dense city Idly watch vipers and doves, my head dizzy And mind in the mud, lights from a cop reflect pretty Inside of the bus, trying to stay - awake Brain makes a break, flying away - to space Stray cat crossing the road Met a Maybach, flames crack, coughing the smoke And the stray cat, pace black paws in the snow Cat’s posture, it froze, when the flame lashed monster approached [Hook] [Verse 3] I jerk into awareness, almost missing my stop Barely walking, hauling legs across the thick of the fog Make it to the gates and wade through all the giggling mobs Skips in my odd memories often imprison my thoughts And I find myself in places that I didn’t know I went to Fidgeting the filter spitting rhythm flowing phlegm through Trying make it to class and jazz A kind of deja vu pass and I half think I’m going mental The teacher asks how my summer was I wonder what to tell her when the bell repel my tongue and thus All of us depart for lunch but I’m bothered by the question Psyche trembling slightly, right, this summer was... I - can’t remember, something strange occurs Faces blur, I pull the boxcutter out and pace unnerved Point the blade impatient at the shape changing Students on all fours that crawl towards my legs before I pass out [Outro] Then I remember lights and sirens playing damn loud And I woke up to the smell of black coffee, in a white room...