Tsar Hand

In this metaphor, in order to exercise these ghosts, we have to remove the distortion
That creates them straight out of the mind
Distortion

Stole light, back to backs, their tactics
Unleash all black in retrospect
And an eye for an eye, intact, correct
And your life for a lie like contraceptive though
Separate me out of the back, I distillate
Yeah, there's no way to wanna get back, reciprocate
Attack it like the speed when I dash and swift decay
Always left for death, never pick a day, I stay

Press you all pretty to the bone, on the off switch
Discoloration, this color would pop, bitch
Stress you wanna make with all my pause on the topic
Rest, gonna give you my money, go toxic

Press you all pretty to the bone, on the off switch
Discoloration, this color would pop, bitch
Stress you wanna make with all my pause on the topic
Rest, gonna give you my money, go toxic

Give up the chems, I don't get it, get up on the stain (yuh)
I'm 'bout to clean it, go wipe the metal, fuck decay, yeah
Always stay solo but need the clause for what I crave, yeah
C-Corroded the covers to go to rot a-rot away

Wasting away with that cord set on
How I shoot it like rain from my cortex gone
Distortion

Aye
Press you all pretty to the bone, on the off switch
Discoloration, this color won't pop, bi-i-i-tch
I-I- Ima pause on the topic
Rest, gonna give you my money, go toxic

Press you-press you pretty to the bone, on the off switch
Discoloration, this color won't pop, bitch
Stress you wanna make with all the pause on the topic
Rest, gonna give you my money, go toxic