Jehst - City of Industry lyrics

[Scratches] [Verse 1] Air poured, my thoughts shrouded by cloud forms The land ravaged in the wake of this ground war The quintessential outlaw Eye of the storm, my tears fall as a torrential downpour The flood, your d**h wish written in blood I came in from the cold, clothes dripping with mud Gripping a club, primitive, as Stig of the Dump Swinging a punch, the bad seed pick of the bunch I drink black rain, take another swig and I'm drunk Taste venom on the tip of my tongue, my lips cold Spitting out toxins I couldn't dissolve or withhold I never sold my soul for fool's gold So I'm still free, but too numb to feel pity Some broke down, now the steel city's a ghost town Snowflakes cover the ground in white carpets Seasons of espionage as time pa**es The lion hearted, survival of the hardest artist My open arms embrace darkness Still craving carnage and infamy But even parasites starve in this carca** of industry [Scratches] [Verse 2] You can see me as cynical, trapped in my own gothic vision Encapsulating chaos in this composition Calculated like the lies of a politician Gripping the slingshot, I size up the opposition I drop a match in the clouds and watch the flames rise Fire water falling from these grey skies To painted train lines, chrome over red brick Reflective, like a gemstone in a cesspit Jehst gives belief to a skeptic The truth neglected like open wounds that turn septic Infected by the forked tongue of a liar Now my thoughts are the colour of fire And my night's spent bunnin' the kaya Unspired by the freak show I see ghosts dance in the trail of my weed smoke My words are folklore, that survived the Cold War New World Order and so forth I go north, ankle-deep in snowfall Leaping over dry stone walls with a holdall Steam clouds rise from my fiery breath It's the last twilight before the silence of d**h [Scratches]