Cyne - Chapter III: The Rat Race lyrics

[Verse 1: Cise Star] (Teeth) Gotta get it together, running out of time Still no k** on another man's dime Risking my life, ways the instrument's a knife Got my teeth of a beast illuminating the night Call and calm is the sound of a bomb When the smoke clears see an angel of arms d**h in the name like d** in the vein Going straight to the heart, I depart from the game Electron teeth that radiate heat Don't lose sleep, night light when I creep On the target, no never an [?] Murder on the track, k**more is an artist Spit drip photons, density matrix So be the battery, we can by hatred Laser, just a hitman, no savior Gotta do work, no money, no favors Teeth [Samples] This is where we are Oh well, nobody's perfect