Chris Christodoulou - No, Beds Are Weird lyrics

(Disjointed : Verse 1) Frozen in time, sloven, an unkempt Cloak on my side, potions diminish Spouting an omen in rhyme, hoping to finish With a thorn in my side, got a showmanist pride Got a moment of time? the unmindful mutant Um I'm both ludic and kind of lucid Fiercely dancing to tribal music Merely prancing in time to groove it Weirdly frank things my mind's approving Fear I'm chancing to sign a blueprint Beer enhancing this chime of movement Crime insouciant got a 9 to prove it Nowadays everyone in frivolous peril Acutely listen to my insiduous carol before I bid you a farewell Pivotal rare bells litter the stairwell And I'm kicking it caramel (Sin7ven : Verse 2) Ignoring accumulation of my ailments Trying maintain communications with the ancients Until the stars wilt and fall off the black sky They call me rap game Bob Ross and that's why I paint a pretty picture in a bitter verse With a little bit of words spit into a pit of literature Slurred, swimming with ratchets and black souls Catch me in river styx practicing backstrokes Here to rest in peace, testing sleep? Not at all Contesting for the gravelord's greatsword Autumn Star So I can carve his heart out and end his vanity The phylactery resides behind a magic waterfall I'll call the elements, flow past the sealing hexes I touch the artifact, both hands can feel its essence A croak of agony erupts from it As I jam my dagger in it twist a crack and split it with its blood pouring