Blackhandpath - Yukio Mishima lyrics

Off meds and on the internet Don't call the feds man the game got switched Under my nose the rug pulled from under my toes Digging at rock bottom ey i'm seeing new lows Terrorism dont make me nervous What's scary is the fed reserve kid Wiretaps from the phone service I know it's absurd, but What I do to deserve this? Encryption key confirm they can't discern this Yo, learn this: ISIS got sniper rifle horror scopes And they aimed at your torso And cantaloupes yo From sagittarius to scoripo Not to be too morose But we all gone go so I choose as hard and fast as possible At the autopsy, coroner Tryna figure scenario Like “This sh** seems implausible.” Pills in the sink Pills in the sink and Now i can live Oxygen again Sold all my ritalin Thoughts crumblin And i'm stuck runnin and Now i'm stumblin Just a little mutterin I'm wonderin When pawns stop giving a f** bout a king Or queen Switch up the scene and build guillotine Let's live that scene Pills in the sink and Pills in the sink and Moods let ‘em swing, let ‘em swing and Pills in the sink and Prognosis made under duress I was making pragress It's all relative I'm off sedatives Actionable threats, what's real and what's jests? Who's got a closet full of bullet proof vests And tecs, eminem ca**ettes And regrets and all the rest Weapon x more or less shagohad rex Aid and abet Detonate with text I'm in the zone all alone Cemetery before seminary I won't atone The false god idolator Surrounded by snitches and fakes And traitors, liquid snakers I been in the spiral since arrival And I'm supposed to be liable and put out the fires Despite spiteful tyrants? No more no more hit the sirens Some sh** that I read The other day f**ed me up, I'll keep it private Just to say, when cops get abusive Thoughts get intrusive The police won't let us be One option Shut 'em down in the style of PCs Pull the cord, wipe the hard drive start from scratch Format the streets and that's that Am I an extremist? k** racial supremacists Bileblaster finish this