[Intro]
Good hunter, have you seen the thread of light?
Just a hair, a fleeting thing, yet I clung to it, steeped as I was in the stench of blood and beasts
I never wanted to know, what it really was. Really, I didn't
[Chorus]
Petrified in these cocoons Cenobites still eat my soul
Anesthetize to heal the wounds get so high can’t feel the lows
Blunt smoke filling up my lungs until the sun gone
Guns drawn covered in this blood like I was Bloodborne
Petrified in these cocoons Cenobites still eat my soul
Anеsthetize to heal thе wounds get so high can’t feel the lows
Blunt smoke filling up my lungs until the sun gone
Guns drawn covered in this blood like I was Bloodborne
[Verse 1]
Staining tulips with the cyanide
Riding shotgun making music for the drive-bys
No survivors no goodbyes when the ocean rises
Locusts fly when I quote my lines polarized
Watch me when I haiku my discography’s the Bible
Is it deicide if he confides he’s talking suicidal?
Walking into cyclones my tornado halo’s filled with bees
Barking like I bite though my volcano halo kills the sheep
[Bridge]
That is a relief
To know I did not suffer such denigration for nothing
Thank you kindly. Now I may sleep in peace
Even in this darkest of nights, I see... the moonlight...
[Chorus]
Petrified in these cocoons Cenobites still eat my soul
Anesthetize to heal the wounds get so high can’t feel the lows
Blunt smoke filling up my lungs until the sun gone
Guns drawn covered in this blood like I was Bloodborne
Petrified in these cocoons Cenobites still eat my soul
Anesthetize to heal the wounds get so high can’t feel the lows
Blunt smoke filling up my lungs until the sun gone
Guns drawn covered in this blood like I was Bloodborne
[Verse 2]
Victorious in my gory glory flow is glorious
Baccalaureate story of a Poet Laureate
Euphoria pouring out my pores until the worry sets
Morph aporias until the boring gets harmonious
My clips weight a ton so I know we’re not the same
Either stick to your guns or you can point em at your face
I was born a tragic summer bore from storms and crashing thunder
Mastered nothing but I bask in BloodBorne so that’s the hunter
Good hunter, have you seen the thread of light?
Just a hair, a fleeting thing, yet I clung to it, steeped as I was in the stench of blood and beasts
I never wanted to know, what it really was. Really, I didn't
[Chorus]
Petrified in these cocoons Cenobites still eat my soul
Anesthetize to heal the wounds get so high can’t feel the lows
Blunt smoke filling up my lungs until the sun gone
Guns drawn covered in this blood like I was Bloodborne
Petrified in these cocoons Cenobites still eat my soul
Anеsthetize to heal thе wounds get so high can’t feel the lows
Blunt smoke filling up my lungs until the sun gone
Guns drawn covered in this blood like I was Bloodborne
[Verse 1]
Staining tulips with the cyanide
Riding shotgun making music for the drive-bys
No survivors no goodbyes when the ocean rises
Locusts fly when I quote my lines polarized
Watch me when I haiku my discography’s the Bible
Is it deicide if he confides he’s talking suicidal?
Walking into cyclones my tornado halo’s filled with bees
Barking like I bite though my volcano halo kills the sheep
[Bridge]
That is a relief
To know I did not suffer such denigration for nothing
Thank you kindly. Now I may sleep in peace
Even in this darkest of nights, I see... the moonlight...
[Chorus]
Petrified in these cocoons Cenobites still eat my soul
Anesthetize to heal the wounds get so high can’t feel the lows
Blunt smoke filling up my lungs until the sun gone
Guns drawn covered in this blood like I was Bloodborne
Petrified in these cocoons Cenobites still eat my soul
Anesthetize to heal the wounds get so high can’t feel the lows
Blunt smoke filling up my lungs until the sun gone
Guns drawn covered in this blood like I was Bloodborne
[Verse 2]
Victorious in my gory glory flow is glorious
Baccalaureate story of a Poet Laureate
Euphoria pouring out my pores until the worry sets
Morph aporias until the boring gets harmonious
My clips weight a ton so I know we’re not the same
Either stick to your guns or you can point em at your face
I was born a tragic summer bore from storms and crashing thunder
Mastered nothing but I bask in BloodBorne so that’s the hunter
( Sadistik )
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