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I spit a variety of verses that'll make your pastor blush
Can tell your future runnin against the coven is disastrous
They call me Skeptik and that's how I've been feeling about your religion
Your government
Your confederate flag meaning
I leave 'em decapitated whenever another elitist approaches
Trimming the time line of your life like
The demons up in the Stephen king book "insomnia"
But call me Pennywise
I'm keepin it gutter as f*ck, with gutturals and some vocal fry's
And then I'ma go up into my hole
And write up a bar to split 'em in half with
Like Bradley Cooper in 'Limitless' surrounded by f*ckin half wits
I got addicted to the feeling of gripping a mic
And sippin a stout out in back of the bar
Whenever the set is over
I begin to reply to different lies
Inimical minds can never define
The moment, the meaning, the inter dimensional hunger
That I have been meaning to find a cure for
With a chalk board and think tank fulla sharks
More than a misplaced bit a disgrace
When I trust fall to crowd floor hear the thud
I'm takin a minute to bring an inanimate back into life and so
I'm always up into the pattern involving the ritualistic rites and wrongs
And when I'm up under the full moon
I'm makin a circle with blood in the middle
I'm bout step in to control fools
I'm slipping up into the mysticism
Infatuated with bats and ravens
Like every stereotypical goth
And when I'm awakened I'm coming to claim the souls of anyone: take in a loss
Been livin among the mortals
And slitherin with the snakes
I come with another dilemma to put into words
I'm bringing the pain
Let's get it berserk and insane
Converted to followers like i was Jim Jones
Another insidious cult of davidian
Brand of the wicked in dead zones
What's up with these damn clones
All fakin and claiming their mastery
But steppin like cattle to battle
Suddenly we're gonna have a disaster scene
Caught up in all that we're livin in
Properly thinkin we're gonna be stopping monotony
Everything under me's feelin all blundery
Wondering can I support a recovery?
Then stumbling into a verse on accident
Burying it but it's back again
Crawlin up outta the grave
With nothing upon the brain but blood