Foreign Beggars - Soul Purge lyrics

[Verse 1: Metropolis] What a night, sodom [?] right type Spilt words and accents like blood from fright night End of the market day, fruit not ripe That's getting thrown in the gutter, slippers whisper sickness Rappers get torn asunder with the quickness of lightning delayed Latency thunder, ripping up a town From beneath the grounds, under the deep We lounge under the sound but we'll travel on rupture Unravel your structure Gene code breaking down so battle of master strength Need no weapons, spit shells, rappers get touched up Only the strong survive, get shaken, arise and thus start to be taken alive You'll be taken alive [while your] route to demise While our weed smoke to new highs of blue skies The mind's eye never lies Closed and lost like god's severed divine ties [Hook: Metropolis] Nervous, twisted, coarse enough and convoluted Slightly edgy, messy, caught in the net Left to our own devices, these thoughts we collect But after the soul purge, we emerge from the depths Nervous, twisted, coarse enough and convoluted Slightly edgy, messy, caught in the net Left to our own devices, these thoughts we collect But after the soul purge, we emerge from the depths [Verse 2: Orifice Vulgatron] Yo, I stay livid, brain withered and face grinning Chase women, race winning in this fake kingdom Race to place faith in this bait system Stray pilgrim, changing name 'til his fate gives in Days spinning, out of control, time's speeding Mind feeling for hope, but my life's bleeding I write, read, and recite bereave that despite freedom my life's leaving Three times of the wind of this nice evening I fight feelings, dry feeling, my frail skin My plight's flimsy like the tale of a fell king Set sail to the blue yonder and hope for no return Let's be failing, she's to wonder if our souls should burn I close the urn, toes turned to the wind False discern, these yokes are learning to sin Hurt within crushed feelings of a lust lost Last seeing us believing that we must rot [Hook: Metropolis] Nervous, twisted, coarse enough and convoluted Slightly edgy, messy, caught in the net Left to our own devices, these thoughts we collect But after the soul purge, we emerge from the depths