Pseudoubt Pathogen
[Verse 1: Artifex]
Four times
New mark
Past post reckoning
Pedigree shift to the ships of leather
Everything tastes like feathered charwood
Stand stood
Land a good wavelength
Pitter patter
Pave blank pathogen arrest
Mention a face again
Five times nine lives
Energize an all encompassed way to make a living
Live breathe
Something of a cold shoulder
Roll boulder
Never rocks
Poaching over better locked doors
More or less a moral definition of success
Coalesce a final main revitalizing agent
Take upon a broken open promise of a ring
A far fling further from a king
On a branch of a sapling
Happening a tenfold time
Then blind to the eyes of the overlord
Just five pounds shy guy for the floor boards
Poor more cement to the underwhelming forlorn
[Bridge]
Slam shut granted that the manhunt starts off
In a better avenue to travel through the black top
Such things build up dust in the long haul
Feed that hunger, nurse that blackball
Why's god telling me lies, what a disguise
Awaiting on the promise of inevitable lies
Fought prose off with lock-pick pistons
All filled up on my new prescription
[Verse 2: Artifex]
Look at the floor
Now at the wall
Now at the door
Now at the dark tall figure
Hallmark trigger finger
Ring around the rosy
Pocket full of frowns
Ashes ashes
We all fall
Victim to a system that'll only listen to the ones with intricate persistence
At a loss with where to point the guns
The pacifist resistance only works until the chosen one is simply not submissive to hypocrisy and won't succumb
When the one twos blend and fuse
I tend use the trend to extend the noose
But whats the use?
My, youthful catalogue, has had a long history
Much less dignity
It must be the little bit of life in my lungs
Suffocating everything
Making it numb
What's to come
Where to run
Incapable of comprehension
So f..cking done
