Raynk - T.O.F.O.D. Lyrics

Yo
The Occasional Feeling Of Dying
Hm, Yep
Definitely occasional
Yep, uh
Death, Death
Feeling of a vexed mess
Text stretch when tense or stress sense
Less, left, limp, lynched, just to lick
The concrete, born into scorn on repeat
Hordes of torn sheets
Implement imagery
Of a worn sheikh
This tired leader, fire needing
But water receiving
Reaching for the heater, when emotions leaking
It get cold below the surface
Cannot cope with nervous, worthless
Inklings so ink lands on page
To paint trends of me sinking
I'm just sinking
I'm not thinking
Not even blinking
You ever stare at the reaper
Without a single care he's come to meet ya?
I've been at that depth, still going deeper
Head in trench, blood and mud stain my sneakers
Uh
Walking on corpses
Devil stalking the fortress
I've created with my mind forces
But this time defending's pointless
Depression def not dormant
Obsessed with the quest towards death's
Doorstep, best mourn after mess made
Raynk forfeit, forget
He ever slaved for the dream
It was a nightmare
Life the type to use a knife in a fist fight
Like f*ck fair, uh
Stabbed in the back, won't front
Can't relax, the feeling attack
Like everyday
The feeling of black, lack-ing
Crack-ing, and fading away
Coming in waves
Battling bats in a cage
But I can't cave
Rampant the rage
Lamping in maze
Rattling rats, just to be saved
F*ck it, I prey
No forgiveness
The one to be slain