Decorated Silence

[Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle] Button my uniform for this stupidness If I wore a suit and a tie, I'd make a noose with it Kill me, kill me, kill me dead Spill my head juices open Choke me, fill me with lead I won't even raise a limb cause I been afraid I walk like a zombie and I swim like a renegade Favorite nightmare is ten degrees centigrade I only know five songs and they're all Gucci's "Lemonade"! I'm at a tender age when compared To a dead rotten deer, when the shins get ensnared And it dies in the trap, but the trap gets forgot I'm a god in a trap, and it snaps on the spot? And the party people clap Till the gavel gets dropped Then we're all sentenced to eternal damnation All of us Especially you [Hook: Stik] Ain't nothing promised in life but death and taxes No time to rest, stepping over the mattress Best distractions, collecting protecting fractions Looking like success. Overdressed in the casket Feeling resurrected, blowing breath into ashes It's anybody's guess. Can't connect to the masses Felt it in my chest. Hope that I left established God directs the steps. Some suggest that he's absent [Bridge] Destruction is a habit, insatiable apetite Can't see it how I see it, they only see black and white [Verse 2: Tron] Whenever I contemplate late nights Thoughts flowing like condensate drain pipes Concentrate day lights Across a pattern of glass shards ?scatter a wreckage a deck of cards? My reflection don't play right Stack the checkers and check backstories Of facts of what they seem Cause you lack more informative means Act serious, carved into wax We write letters of light and end them with dark periods [Verse 3: Kon Sci} Yo it's hard to understand the dark dwellings of the heavens So we capture afterlife, demand an answer to the questions Of eternity- the source of a lifespan Indelible daydream, the course of my flight plans A glance at the ides even evaluate the sinister God Seein it forthright, comparable, clairvoyance to mortals Who talk fight, disposable chalk lines Fatalities stares cold Into the abyss of any man's soul [Hook 2] Devil's asking price - yet to be satisfied Soul still intact, yet to be sacrificed Ain't been living lavish but actually gratified Hungry as a haitian with holes in my bag of rice Destruction is a habit, insatiable apetite How full is the glass, as it passes your sight Can't see it how I see it, they only see black and white While my grey matter splices all these fragments of light Gone