Flatworm Friday

Please, brain fluid
Istasha this shit fucking sucks
Worship and serve them, such is his purpose

I lose my shit, let go, Trendkill great south
Pussy wanna hear it but we turn 'em up loud
Feeling' like a demon when I'm all carved out
Shedding my skin, shedding my limbs
When I float from above like an astronaut
Route 66 straight through, I'm out
Saw a change in your veins, no count, no lie
Coming back like a chainsaw, bonesaw
Rope tucked, swing back down, go without a doubt

Trick my light, go up my sleeves
Up my sleeves, I got no sleep
Brain fried, I'm rabid
Habit seems to die on me easy
I feel divine, I'm the same
Motherfuckers at the bottom of the food chain
Touché, they choose their blueprints
True sin, those soothing motions

Fuckers run on me, I'm in the terracotta
Buggin', I'm out of body, I'm in the gutter
Third person views, they be useless
Backseat beggars stay, I don't choose it

Collecting problems
I discard 'em retired (I'm not alone)
The blood is shallow
When it rot in my Styrofoam (swallowed whole)
Private thoughts, not push to talk
Fuckin' block 'em
I nest in darkness, impostor
Don't need suboxene to function (another cope)

You say you numb
You say you done
You say it all when
Your banshees are diving in my lungs
Do what you want (what you want)
Gone in a month
Unstable path, run in practice
Injecting
I feel it on my tongue

More dogshit

Two times for whenever I gotta stay
Roadkill, out of place, your mind erased
New words out a mouth, said I'm insane
When I'm overdue, access trial and-
Dragged away
By the ones you act to play
Bring it out, redact, retake
On the way, you passed the safe zone

You say you numb
You say you done
You say it all when
Your banshees are diving in my lungs
Do what you want (what you want)
Gone in a month
Unstable path, run in practice
Injecting
I feel it on my tongue

Such is his purpose-