Doseone - Therapist This lyrics

My guilt don't pause lathes in the lionhead handbag factory… Don't stop no shovels at the virgin boy refinery, actually This guilt is pure Like biting gold coins at the company store But not too lightly This gruesome toothy guilt of mine is mighty This guilt of mine would have arrows in my eyes… This guilt of mine can't turn abortions into wine Fires had its way with all my building It's an every kind of goodbooks angels absence guilting No, this guilt of mine Is no years old And young like before you decompose This guilt is marked with red A stairway to where it hurts A fearsome church built from black Stone and the body of hopeless bricks… And this guilt thicks Gagging whole sewer pipes When its heaviness drips… But it's hard waters don't put out sh**