Sebrox - Paper Lake lyrics

Yeah this is the best press. It is not for anybody that's happy. This is for anybody who is locked inside a white wall Yo Ink blots and blocks built Box office bunker bomb brunette, Satan fellas mock spills I pop pills legally to wash cloths, stare at your clock still Addiction is my dead ex, her lips the color of cold meat After we kiss there's an odd chill Temperature drops til my breath circles the house Now I can rot milk Causing a morning frost over to wash sod hills Turning green gra** to sickles of ice Stopping this mother roses but the tops wilt from my touch Who can lift this curse, maybe the gods will Or not, I'm not well I got gills and breathe through my skin like frogs on pond silt Rain out, gray clouds on my coffee Hands tremble from no play, all work Tunnel vision is cone shaped Fold space and time, no flight, gold flakes Palm full of powder blue, pink pills control fate I go graze and yellow blades and pastures of sulk and sadness captured Who put your stupid feelings on a board and master Sold to hackers, I'm that outcasted backpacker basher Afterlife, dreamsicle tickle me with laughter While you buck and smoking water guns getting jiggy I back the piggy like Freud I'm on Elavil milligram 20, vertigo dizzy Numb as an ice bin, you get pit roasted quickly Cause modern rap utter milkers is brick cheese I'm that first crack absorption split second hit tees Unconquerable, ?? and honorable Jabberwocky constable Unorthodox gallop gallant under flocks of co*k-a-Tzu's I spy planets like the Hubble Telescope's real design Don't watch the news like they want you to I file stringed lines of dead emcees strangled 50 horses when a Scythian king dies Rip butchery, pulling strings tight, as ratchet cords grip Shrinking faces, spit out teeth like bullets ripping from wisped hymes Ink line, words like calves kick human genitals to split sides Spurt intestines out, bellies rolling back, pink eye I was hit by the sun beam, tongues bleed from slits in it Absorbing crystal bits, I am the lizard king How many of you know you're really alive just a little bit I love my skittles, drink scripts just a thimble sip Sunshine acid vintage triple dip I lost it already right, I think, unless you, maybe not Or riddle this, under a cigarette smoke sprinkled mist Past out on stage like Morrison leading a seven mile snake slithering Slug-like in slippers on my front lawn tripping wig Why talk about the same sh** It's for the idiots stuck in a bad trip listening And I never gave permission for a jock to speak On a mic stop and sleep These new rap hackers internet, what are they laptop and beats Overwhelmed frontal lobes with linked madness Scrabble babble and bloggeries These lambs kicking industrial strength attitude, not for me I'm like Ginsberg salvaging a steel-plated moxie speech Dipped in acid lake Windsock breeze blowing trails set sail and pilot My paragraph is Husky Boy section A poster boy for failed diets Underdark arcane radio pirate Heart ice like Martha Pan on the forward deck Bow hook, swing jealous steel plunges into the lower neck Burn posters trend driven slick shape diction around fashion blab Valley talk gangster ease idioms while cash is fad Fanzine artist adopt one version of a geek speak bag of gas I'm still sane, milk cacti shakes to wash down the acid tabs (Allow your thoughts to dissolve. Relax your mind, release the tension. Let go of fear. (There is no phenomenon other than what arises in the mind...) (except the experience). Release your mental chatter. Go into pure presence. See seize the precision of the purpose. Go into pure awareness, infinity is waiting. Perceptions. Feel the intensity of the si-fi. You are gaining access to the infinite field of intensity. Presence consciousness has awakened. You are experiencing a reality of what is. Look into the present. There is no past, there is no future, there is only now.)