Goodsleeper - Throne Ov Rot

〈Goodsleeper〉

Burden; should've bit
My tongue. Poison in the spit
That I spray out when I'm speakin
Gargle death, I take a sip
I be runnin em to pits
Drop em dead to get a lift;
No more broken little bitch
Behind my back that's talkin shit

Oh no, how dehumanising
The way I get in your psyche
Lookin like he sorta might be
Crumblin to pieces; I believe
He nutty in the mind because
Of my deep hold on thy insight
Behind me I lead mighty fighting
Demons lighting highly

Flammable liquids
On the path of my past
No followers
Thinkin they can pass, we the last
Nightmare. No sleep till I crash
Who cares if we lash out
On the ones who pass out?
Hollow rounds for mass clout;
Shootin, massacre, Massacre
Fuckin dirt turnt to mud
Body served on the curb!
No choke hold, pin em
Make em hurt, till it work!
Stone cold bloody body
Returned to the earth!

〈EXTINCT〉

Choke hold round my throat
Barely staying afloat
They've got tight grip
That I'm smoking heavy to cope
The way that I be usin'
Lead confusion into my head
Subliminal messaging undressing me
To thinking I'm dead

They re-wired my brain
Into thinking I'm subhuman
Think I found the truth out
Tried to convince me I'm deluding
Never been so much clearer on a thought
This ain't delusion
Maybe I'm just too geeked out
And I don't know what I'm doing
Don't you take my mind away
Got these motherfuckers naggin
Every single day
Screamin' at me inside my head
And I don't know what to say
You think imma give in
No no, no way!

I won't, reciprocate
I'm full of hate
Right now
I can't relate
Touche my fate
Stone cold in the river
Face down, I'm a sinner
With a fucked up liver
Ain't no way that I'm a winner bitch