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rezin 47 - myzticizm lyrics
(intro)
i’m losing my grip on reality. at times i feel like a sloppily compartmentalized dump of false memories and impulses. my psyche looks like birdman’s voice
(verse 1)
i slam iron maidens, spikes pierce through your eyes
crying blood as they keep spearing your insides
claustrophobic, cloaked in razor sharp darkness
makin’ profits off your parts in dark markets
i can’t keep myself together, just lost it
i prolly oughta be toppin’ fcc’s watchlist
prolly oughta be toppin’ l7’s sh_tlist
pretend we’re dead, pretend rezin isn’t sh_t
writing subliminal messages get me straight
when i’m possessed by the moon of local 58
there are no faces, there are no faces
murder with mind altering leaves no traces
stare into a flashing crt tv
tuned to channel 0 and watch the screen leave
turning to a mirror with confusing reflections
step through the mirror to illusory dimensions
(chorus)
i’m stuck inside the future
in, in the hallway painting satanic portraits
the black, the black hole lyricist
force, force you to bleed just to make sure that you’re still alive
decapitate your head with my record
leavin’ motherf_ckers in caskets or wrapped in reynolds plastic
and remember something
a roach can live for 9 days without its head but you can’t
(verse 2)
i lock white supremacists in the white room
for time infinite, an eternal life doom
torturing racists gives me ecstasy
let ’em see snuff r73 endlessly
the phantom waves his cloak to remove the exits
the cretins retch relentless, consuming roentgens
remixed in radiation, i hate this nation
flamin’ confederations hangin’ in federal stations
time moves backwards and everything expires
when i’m within the strain of mire
then i go haywire with 8 live wires
shut your pulse down in a highrise of fire
wander the halls of derealization
by means of fever dream surreal elation
the abstract places cast mad admiration
fascination wrapped in fat saturation
(chorus)
i’m stuck inside the future
in, in the hallway painting satanic portraits
the black, the black hole lyricist
force, force you to bleed just to make sure that you’re still alive
decapitate your head with my record
leavin’ motherf_ckers in caskets or wrapped in reynolds plastic
and remember something
a roach can live for 9 days without its head but you can’t
(verse 3)
i ain’t got time to be showin’ a fat lex
‘cuz i’m way too busy getting blown at fast x
now get lost in the windows 3d maze
that’s the only bricks you’ll see these days
your ass trapped in it, you last to live it
your fragile vision can’t hack the afterimage
the madness witnessed is so tragic wicked
it can’t be apt descripted by graphic lyrics
my top hobby is leaving bodies flopping in lobbies
can’t stop me if ya poppy got me a fox body
mustang, dark blue with windows tinted
to ignorantly blast ex hex rips in it
and i brainwash children for the f_ck of it
those dumb jits will fall for a bunch of sh_t
these rhyme schemes are getting too simple
myzticizm ends here, f_ck this sh_t
(outro)
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