Chris Ro$e - Synapse to Oblivion lyrics

[G.O.F] It's the beginning Synapse to bloodclat oblivion yout [Verse 1 : RayFTW] Steady ducking through the alleyways, broken city Hallowed by the shadows, was enthrazzled when he'd spoken wth me My escape from what had seemed to be a soul conflicting Never listened Rebel Tell Guevara of the more that's missing Marathon you're a liar, I ran a mile just to salvage the truth, in fact holding gavels and suits That's overruled Plead the fifth, won't believe that it leads to this Exercising my violent right Silent nights and I read your script, actors I did cartwheels in your honor That's merely flipping your view of who's art fused by the trauma.. Of looking back at the blocks, hope you make a dash when the gun blow That's athletic or your lifestyle And if only for a night When the full moon radiates and reminds us The covert never do seem, the illegible never find us They echo, you hard to read but I'm deaf to the sounding orders I'm definitely in awe Will I rest surrounding martyrs Throwing gla**es at rock houses Block scousers Absent minded and blind folded Stock gougers, riveting as my mind molded Fully sober, hoodie over and black trousers Quite astonished, I'm part of a gifted cosmic Anonymous to a couple, no muscle under the bonnet Never, bite the hand that feeds, bloody knuckles as he chuckles.. Off about the soft amount, awesome sound he starts to mount Everest (ever rest) upon the shoulder Clever gestures that aroma, spoke to me .. I'm deaf as f**ing post Mortons [Talking : G.O.F] [Verse 2 : G.O.F] I'm A Guy... Who Would Wear A black Towel; Black vans,hello kitty And High Gym Socks Headed For The Top;But The Pearly Gates Locked Precise Like A Sniper...Red Dots...To The Body Leave Another Looking Like The Chicken Pox And If You Flinch To The Itch Of Your Symptoms Bullet Holes To The Physical And Souls...Of My Victims Your Loved Ones... Threw You Off Son?..... I Would Never Waste Time,To Give Your The Life Finishing Torment;Your Sanity's Is In Need Of Diminishing.. Anger Is The Factor...Limiting;the Quality Of Your Life Line Taking Revenge Leaves The Line Of Your Life Jail Time Leaving It Alone Would Be The Real Crime Make Your Choice... Either Way Your Mind Will Be Mine Taking Charge Of The Chatter Of Your Teeth And Your Weak Heart Beat;Your Mouth And It's Speech ...Let Me Wake Now... From My Bed So Flower Full Even I Know... My Being Isn't Powerful Screw The Earth And Words Fake Cowards Pull Suicidal Mood Swings Are The Highest In The Play Ground.... I swear I stay sound