Here we are, live from the cell
Jar of dead flies on the shelf
Carve another line in the belt
How is my life so f*cked when I rhyme so well?
I'm undiagnosable ill when I rock this
Pink pills for the dropkicks
Windmills in a moshpit
Party on a plane, dead man in the cockpit
Live on a webcam
Mic in my left hand
Right is reserved for the piece of my brain
That is falling away like some wet sand
Gotta pull myself together man, yknow
Life's hard, love hurts, clubs are lame
Really I've got nothing to say
I just write dark verses to try to numb pain
And you can see my heart pump dirt through a mudvein
Now I'm fanning the flames of the hell that I made for myself
Throwing change in a well while I pray for some help
Reading pages of spells 'til ya faces melt
Cos nobody has ever seen a kid this sick
You are the reason that I spit this shit
I'm losing sleep but I've got truth and meaning, man and
Two out of three is point 666
Let's try for the best of five
Forehead: third eye for the second sight
All I need is one mic, better recognise
I got zero f*cks like a cenobite
Way left of the centreline
Stress in this head of mine
Best 'til the end of time
Christ get it right
Rhymes let em fly
Shine ever bright
I'm energised
I'll never die
Push a little bit of everything I've got into a blender, put it on pulse
Set it to a BPM
Chuck a CD in
Chop it up and then I feed it to the dolls
Chamber isn't finishing her dinner
I'm afraid she's getting thinner
Gotta add a bit of flavour to the mix
And Rayna's always pointing little fingers
Agitating all her sisters
Settle down you little bitches, let me think
I was onto something
I think it was important or something
Something like a thought or something
Ah forget it man, I never get a second
Now I see you all yawning like you're bored or something
Didn't I say it was all or nothing?
And life doesn't have a pause button
It keeps pouring buckets 'til the floor is flooded
Speaking of which, better batten down the hatches quick
Because a storm is coming
It's called Jack Vaul
The ones that I loved all vanished
But I understand it
And I'm somewhat damaged
But I somehow manage
Smearing blood on the canvas
While I mug for the cameras
With a skull full of madness
Dark rum in a chalice
And a tongue like a dagger
Tryna puncture the planet
And there isn't any sun, just sadness
I'm a bundle of ashes
In a bunker abandoned
Like a dungeon dragon
Hidden under a palace
I've become so callous
I'm numb to the tablets
Knowing none of it matters
We're lunch for the maggots
Just a bunch of atoms
The ones that I loved all vanished
But I understand it
And I'm somewhat damaged
But I somehow manage
Smearing blood on the canvas
While I mug for the cameras
With a skull full of madness
Dark rum in a chalice
And a tongue like a dagger
Tryna puncture the planet
And there isn't any sun, just sadness
I'm a bundle of ashes
In a bunker abandoned
Like a dungeon dragon
Hidden under a palace
I've become so callous
I'm numb to the tablets
Knowing none of it matters
We're lunch for the maggots
Just a bunch of atoms
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Here we are, live from the cell
Jar of dead flies on the shelf
Carve another line in the belt
How is my life so f*cked when I rhyme so well?
I'm undiagnosable ill when I rock this
Pink pills for the dropkicks
Windmills in a moshpit
Party on a plane, dead man in the cockpit
Live on a webcam
Mic in my left hand
Right is reserved for the piece of my brain
That is falling away like some wet sand
Gotta pull myself together man, yknow
Life's hard, love hurts, clubs are lame
Really I've got nothing to say
I just write dark verses to try to numb pain
And you can see my heart pump dirt through a mudvein
Now I'm fanning the flames of the hell that I made for myself
Throwing change in a well while I pray for some help
Reading pages of spells 'til ya faces melt
Cos nobody has ever seen a kid this sick
You are the reason that I spit this shit
I'm losing sleep but I've got truth and meaning, man and
Two out of three is point 666
Let's try for the best of five
Forehead: third eye for the second sight
All I need is one mic, better recognise
I got zero f*cks like a cenobite
Way left of the centreline
Stress in this head of mine
Best 'til the end of time
Christ get it right
Rhymes let em fly
Shine ever bright
I'm energised
I'll never die
Push a little bit of everything I've got into a blender, put it on pulse
Set it to a BPM
Chuck a CD in
Chop it up and then I feed it to the dolls
Chamber isn't finishing her dinner
I'm afraid she's getting thinner
Gotta add a bit of flavour to the mix
And Rayna's always pointing little fingers
Agitating all her sisters
Settle down you little bitches, let me think
I was onto something
I think it was important or something
Something like a thought or something
Ah forget it man, I never get a second
Now I see you all yawning like you're bored or something
Didn't I say it was all or nothing?
And life doesn't have a pause button
It keeps pouring buckets 'til the floor is flooded
Speaking of which, better batten down the hatches quick
Because a storm is coming
It's called Jack Vaul
The ones that I loved all vanished
But I understand it
And I'm somewhat damaged
But I somehow manage
Smearing blood on the canvas
While I mug for the cameras
With a skull full of madness
Dark rum in a chalice
And a tongue like a dagger
Tryna puncture the planet
And there isn't any sun, just sadness
I'm a bundle of ashes
In a bunker abandoned
Like a dungeon dragon
Hidden under a palace
I've become so callous
I'm numb to the tablets
Knowing none of it matters
We're lunch for the maggots
Just a bunch of atoms
The ones that I loved all vanished
But I understand it
And I'm somewhat damaged
But I somehow manage
Smearing blood on the canvas
While I mug for the cameras
With a skull full of madness
Dark rum in a chalice
And a tongue like a dagger
Tryna puncture the planet
And there isn't any sun, just sadness
I'm a bundle of ashes
In a bunker abandoned
Like a dungeon dragon
Hidden under a palace
I've become so callous
I'm numb to the tablets
Knowing none of it matters
We're lunch for the maggots
Just a bunch of atoms
Jar of dead flies on the shelf
Carve another line in the belt
How is my life so f*cked when I rhyme so well?
I'm undiagnosable ill when I rock this
Pink pills for the dropkicks
Windmills in a moshpit
Party on a plane, dead man in the cockpit
Live on a webcam
Mic in my left hand
Right is reserved for the piece of my brain
That is falling away like some wet sand
Gotta pull myself together man, yknow
Life's hard, love hurts, clubs are lame
Really I've got nothing to say
I just write dark verses to try to numb pain
And you can see my heart pump dirt through a mudvein
Now I'm fanning the flames of the hell that I made for myself
Throwing change in a well while I pray for some help
Reading pages of spells 'til ya faces melt
Cos nobody has ever seen a kid this sick
You are the reason that I spit this shit
I'm losing sleep but I've got truth and meaning, man and
Two out of three is point 666
Let's try for the best of five
Forehead: third eye for the second sight
All I need is one mic, better recognise
I got zero f*cks like a cenobite
Way left of the centreline
Stress in this head of mine
Best 'til the end of time
Christ get it right
Rhymes let em fly
Shine ever bright
I'm energised
I'll never die
Push a little bit of everything I've got into a blender, put it on pulse
Set it to a BPM
Chuck a CD in
Chop it up and then I feed it to the dolls
Chamber isn't finishing her dinner
I'm afraid she's getting thinner
Gotta add a bit of flavour to the mix
And Rayna's always pointing little fingers
Agitating all her sisters
Settle down you little bitches, let me think
I was onto something
I think it was important or something
Something like a thought or something
Ah forget it man, I never get a second
Now I see you all yawning like you're bored or something
Didn't I say it was all or nothing?
And life doesn't have a pause button
It keeps pouring buckets 'til the floor is flooded
Speaking of which, better batten down the hatches quick
Because a storm is coming
It's called Jack Vaul
The ones that I loved all vanished
But I understand it
And I'm somewhat damaged
But I somehow manage
Smearing blood on the canvas
While I mug for the cameras
With a skull full of madness
Dark rum in a chalice
And a tongue like a dagger
Tryna puncture the planet
And there isn't any sun, just sadness
I'm a bundle of ashes
In a bunker abandoned
Like a dungeon dragon
Hidden under a palace
I've become so callous
I'm numb to the tablets
Knowing none of it matters
We're lunch for the maggots
Just a bunch of atoms
The ones that I loved all vanished
But I understand it
And I'm somewhat damaged
But I somehow manage
Smearing blood on the canvas
While I mug for the cameras
With a skull full of madness
Dark rum in a chalice
And a tongue like a dagger
Tryna puncture the planet
And there isn't any sun, just sadness
I'm a bundle of ashes
In a bunker abandoned
Like a dungeon dragon
Hidden under a palace
I've become so callous
I'm numb to the tablets
Knowing none of it matters
We're lunch for the maggots
Just a bunch of atoms
Writer: Liam Bulluss
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid