Cosmic Space

Punxline

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Played: 4

Album:

Intensity - compiled by DJ Amito

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Lyrics:

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Alienation propels me to dwell My failure to wake up and smell daisies Belch hazes so hasty Parallel to all the past days it varies Draped in affections contain me Melting headaches Sever brains with machetes Buried in stress and the rest of it tears me Wear paranoia like a sweater I’m sweating Forget me and please spare me pain with this pill They all played gamеs and I feel Nothings the same Nothing will convince mе I'm meant to be something In frame with fulfillment I faint from symptoms, refrain from efficient ways to display enigmas Liquor stains ways within the pain Ive entered like razors I clench with, Dismay to break that agenda A phase that chases vendetta A case to settle day old dilemmas, whatever Drink like Bukowski in rage Till my finale I pray This fate of mine in a mental state Hatred lines my gentle flame Hearts heavy Death of me Won't wake Days presently In the wake of mending several things Recipe has faith but then we'll see In sleep, haunted by enemies In my coffin, they address to me relentlessly As my destiny bleeds ease Best to yield defeat instead of playing chess with this greed It's best to believe That I’ll be okay Heartbreak puts a leash on logic Take it for walks in the cosmic Spaces that blossom demonic beasts And on beats I speak of them constant With schemes to reach a comet Shields to block grief in the heat of conflict Vomiting pieces of somber demeanors locked in my closet Apostle of peace in the palm I reach for bonds to preach No promises, either I'm ethering guys Or everyone's asleep or unconscious In the peak of conjuring thoughts I coddle with Sheets I read when I get off with rhymes I spit Lit like its Hanukkah year round What follows glim Keep the shit simple like Vonnegut When the cats cradle slaughterhouse for words I make progress with Apologies My conduct grows intolerant In time, I’ll stitch these wounds like a moccasin This lifes a blur Tonight i splurge At nights, diverge to pills And still I fight the urge Reveal my burns, I'd like to concur With this dark Some light to emerge, despite my concerns Persistence Give a punchline to kick in My life like its fucking fiction Close the door Lock it Take your dosage And pop it Then lay down and contemplate hopes unaccomplished Goals out of focus And ponder flows in a mode of a monster Another dose if the high wanders Or take enough doses till I'm unconscious