Third Person Lurkin - The Ceremonies Rap lyrics

People don't merge No. Can you get to know me? With low seratonin levels you're forever lonely A strange process, we progress very slowly Yeah, I'm a master but them shows ain't ceremonies My rhyme's an opiate, mind altering state A celurean fire, flash bang nova display They're sandstone with a cracked coating of beige That's blander than magnolia dragged over the page Yahh I've focused my aim, I thought I'd go for their brains It's either me fam or nobody's sane? We're all brainwashed, stressed and working for the same boss And humans need a sense of purpose, so we made gods And corporate labour camps, dank days, pay the man Everyday's the same, trained till your brain is jam Face the facts, you'll never escape, race them rats Or take some tabs and just hope that you make it back I couldn't give a f** what they say to F.R.A.N.K That they got some drug problems and they hate their dad Or that their little sister, she would say "you f*g!" And slap you and dress you like a b**h and make you rap Yeah, his wrists bled, no you can't miss d**h No, but you could miss life with your half inch depth This is something rarely seen, in any other outlet: I rip apart this scene while I'm doing something about it We're two different people, one's ruthless and evil The other's just a human, we choose to deceive you I move through this heaving, ma**es of people So vapid and feeble they're actually see-through And no.. No, I'm happy to see you or glad when I meet you It's bad when we speak too I'd rather just imagine a sea view And laugh as the seagulls attack the cathedral Bounce off the steeple, land in the high-seas Pieces, spiral-swarm invites feasts Beaks bite, scales rip and eyes bleed Then each of them fills their belly and flies east Yo, it's fully cooked or raw, whatever tastes better One thing I know: For that cheese you better make cheddar It's longevity, still bumped when 70 Not some 17 year old humming a melody Yo, but there's a penalty though; they can't afford sh** Still they having more kids and dreaming of that drawbridge If you think you're making money off this rawness Then my advice to you is don't bother with the mortgage Horribly distorted views of where this path leads And most of that radio music's like a bad dream The big sleep, I can't wake all I got is this And the depth of their wackness seems bottomless Critics scribbling venom up in their column inch The problem is them f**ing snakes don't know what honour is They want a fix, a quick shot in their broke vein That no-brain tame audio Cocain