Back on the D.O.C. N.O L.I.F.E Mix urn contents with salt Put in spilt blood it dissolves Shadows weighted with dust Gaze in the mirror, consider it done You left and i never noticed once Busy stumbling over my own fucking guts Drinking sludge, direct face to blight Life in stretching plunging nights It does not matter why Parameters to abide by There is no fucking choice Slit larynx spectral voice I put pressure on my fucking wounds To pass time while life concludes The fleeting moments Forced to squander Choke it down, the loud noise pierces The armaments do not know where here is Aiming system completely offline It’s only iron sights, tensed back, rigid spine You have to be lucky every time I need one, then u slump and decline Butcher the growth off and put it in my pocket Corpse returns gaze with picked clean eye sockets Promethean punishment in the flask Amble through town and never once slip the mask Very fucking othered, mother fucker all black Like the pit of the soul every time i go back Return to the hole that i dug Fingers in the dirt with the worms and the bugs Dig to the other side of the earth When does it stop getting worse

Stacking junk, mind gunked, Thinking doesn't happen because brain is defunct Except that this shit sucks, everything is fucked Dribble diatribes while the world destructs Those above, sandpaper my fucking stumps No fucks if my whole head becomes degloved I keep my words in my mouth in with my lips fuckin shut Eyes facing the front and the numbers scrunched As to how much is exactly my fault, there are others involved, Progress has grinded to a fucking halt Trying to avoid turning to a pillar of salt Utter all regrets when in fucking dead in my vault Watch days turn to years as the earth revolves Even as i occupy this flesh it dissolves Time does not fly by, it is taking so long This is fucking forever my limbo’s prolonged compressed to paste, you get a taste, of when life was not the long wait compressed to dust, these things you love, Everyday you’re kept from Compressed to paste, a scared embrace Everyday feels like the last day Compressed to dust, snuff out my lust Of wishing to not be rushed Compressed to paste, tears on my face Hunger makes me act in haste Compressed to dust, in my self disgust Of giving in to being crushed Compressed to paste, try to not waste Time i have yet to displace Compressed to dust, but yet i trudge Until i combust

Here for a good time, and this aint one Head in my fucking hands, no focus, none I experience nothing The electricity buzzing I feel my fucking brain asphyxiate Spit glands hurt soon to regurgitate All of the junk i ate All of the shit i hate I’ve no bravado left, only misery No clever wit, cadence or delivery I’ve done nothing new Sit and fucking stew Life on a screen plus eye strain combo paved over christs tomb and built luxury condos Makes no difference To the interests Write what you know, all i know is regrets Mother gaia coffin birth, born begotten, all death Wring your fucking hands because you cant move yet Waiting for fucking my turn as i draw my last breath Sedentary stone gathers only fucking rot Illusions of self motion, mdds as it rock Drag my fucking feet because it never fucking stops So i cant ever stop Running on spite, pursuing the unrealized Free solo up the side, helping hands decentralized Take em when i can, sit and count options choice wise Thought the route is ill advised, i must take it lest i die Been fucking around distracted Bad habits make infinite journey more protracted Pace slowed to a bar crawl, too busy getting blasted Somehow never learn from the taste of stomach acid Dogged idiocy to keep moving locked in the oubliette, spend time producing Get adequate about rapping about nothing Cause all that happens in the oubliette is fucking nothing Even cave allegory is getting fucking stale Eventually i’ll have to scale the walls and fucking bail Buried by the monarchy i constantly assail Shaking dirt off the back, stomp it down and prevail

I learn your sequence, secret weakness I’m destroyed with much less infrequence Chin held high with eyes to bleakness Drained of hope but not vexed nor grievous Resolve completely fucking immovable RSI worsen as time spent in the crucible Crunch the fucking numbers as my flesh is consumable Acutely aware that this is non renewable Spent in pursuit Made to be used Just not for you Not for you Asset to the crown i usurp thee The head of spear pressed against the fresh meat all i am to you, all you are to me is in the fucking way of where i need to be plunge the knife tip in the wood block Another night in the place in where they don’t talk Watch the feet pointed places, quicken up their paces, Cleaning any traces, as they walk Spent in pursuit Made to be used Just not for you Not for you And they plead, just following orders I see, backed into a corner Shallow breathe, they see not the horrors justified, bleed dry these mourners No remorse, self preservation Fake empathy to avoid destination As they gave none, they get none in return Clinically destroyed, the remains to be burned

The moneys always tight what the fuck’d you think The time is tighter still don’t you dare to blink The hunger never leaves demand will never shrink The cup beckons me to pour another drink The lies i tell myself i don’t really believe The feet i drag will surely soon begin to bleed The shoving keeps on as i try to write this screed The sand the words were i can no longer read Oppressive winds Whip my cloak around my body chills to fucking bone This i know, this second circle shit is fucking getting old Press the soul, the oil drips, the bodies turn to vegetables Unhinge the jaw as i proceed to swallow heaven fucking whole snake

i could sleep for 60 fucking years, fuck a career, wake up to die, disappear, like every last time beers the home town anti hero no one gives a fuck it's all truck nuts, carry your shit luck like a twisted heavy sack, only a source for pain looking at the forms saying that is not my fuckin name doesn't feel like me, never did i didnt ask for this i am not my pain release the shame i am not my pain fuck this game suffering is not noble and id prefer to not could probably be avoided in total at least reduced a lot every problems an opportunity but fuck that im tired i lack all ingenuity i'm uninspired i go to bed

The whole thing is an impurity Living in the fucking filth pile obscurity Tangle with the vices in the pit of disparity With the lights off by feel familiarity Check the bpm of the agonal breathing I’m seething the tempo increasing Always in the long process of leaving Long to feel the iron grip releasing moving like i’m lit aflame, shaky aim So i’ve been working point blank, just trying to maim Or kill what i can get away with, Under monolith, field dress the prey and head back to greet the fifth The plan set in motion Me versus entropy based corrosion Overwhelming emotion Obstruct from object of my devotion My vibrations oil it’s teeth Authoring my own tragedy The whole is dug extra deep Future uncertain we will see