[Lyric] The Devil Dances During Holy Week (137 (US) & NVRENDS)

[137]
Nature versus nurture
Half the soil
Half the seed
If you take the time to picture it
My toil's like a weed
Sown in loam and I'm prepared
To make the gardener's fingers bleed

Know the Devil dances during Holy Week
Know the kinds of demons you will find
Upon that road and bloody peak
There's a kind of filth that you can't wash off in the shower
But I'm never one to cower from a bite of something sour

[NVRENDS]
Hey
I see you looking at me
Now watch your step before you trip and fall right under my feet
Hey
What is it that you seek
Do you really want a piecе of me six feet deep
You bring the match 
I'll bring the kеrosine 
Start a fire, bury me
Come back up again like a Phoenix 
You will remember me
Like a demon in the dark 
Creeping in the shadows, smart
Think ahead, light me up 
And rip my enemies apart 

[137]
Sipping wine in Gethsemane, waiting on my enemies
I eat the pomegranate seeds but pay price like Persephone
You love me now but how long till you choose to crucify me
Those aren't hickeys, I get lapel choked by craft's reality

[NVRENDS]
Pass me the pen and a pad 
I'll write again and again when you're mad
Flip up the switch and I'll change it right back
Back in my day I was more than just bad
I was worse than the devil on top of my back
Pick up the shovel now dig up the facts 
Test me again and I'll push you right back
Down to your level I'll take out the trash 
Throw away every hope and dream you have 
Of me sinking down you're mad
Cuz you'll never see what I see
God damn be a man
You keep on wasting all my time
Creeping down my fucking spine
You hate your life because you can't have mine

[137]
Got no bench in marathon
I'm running like Iditarod
I'm searching for the seventh side
While looking at a pentagon
I see so many full of it
I'm handing out some enemas

The bigger the star, the shorter it burns
And I got a carbon core, so I can't be taciturn

I got no want for the hidden animosity
Shed blood for the sake of luminosity
Got a cornerman above with some bloody towels

Quite a thing to keep down in bowels
Fecund fields, plucked by crows
See procession of muddy cowls
Trudged right through where Charon rows
Want myself a Misa Misa
If I become Mansa Musa
Are those hooves or are they heels
One more snake, I could make Medusa

Have you seen the shadows outside of the limelight
Have you seen the lands that I traveled when I write
It's times like these in which I wouldn't mind to be tearful
They say my path is manifest but it's only patent in hindsight

[NVRENDS]
Hey
I see you looking at me
Now watch your step before you trip and fall right under my feet
Hey
What is it that you seek
Do you really want a piece of me six feet deep

[137]
Know the Devil dances during Holy Week
Know the kinds of demons you will find
Upon that road and bloody peak
There's a kind of filth that you can't wash off in the shower
But I'm never one to cower from a bite of something sour