Airospace - Gla** lyrics

[Verse 1] The world is like a playpen, she strings all the people Swishes the skulls that are sad and puts them on steeple Wondering if God won a chance, the likes of her She acts and reacts Her path is only but fragile and feeble Hatred is her best friend, the shadow to her sunlight The dog fight, war like, eclipse in the moon light Necromancity, seradin fizzy Believing all the movies for the children A zillion and one lies Pumped into her mind on personal accord Which escapes backwards with grace or dances her forward Only those in the future past can understand There's an overdog Chain tied by the neck and drug along the concrete [Chorus] Gla** in her sides and her hands and her feet Wounds only cut as far as the flesh runs deep Provocative, vomiting words, provocative speech Projective Gla** in her sides and her hands and her feet Wounds only cut as far as the flesh runs deep Projective vomiting...A provacative speech Words. (Lust, lust, murder that b**h) [Verse 2] Her words are like combustion, Ecstatic Consumption, Erratic Reduction, Compressed in a sadist's function Her love is a time past, sonnet of what's told And a role model idea of a generation, twice-fold The reach for a heart, It's what is or was cut Suicide cliche, my heart broken to a better bluff An x-acto knife cut out of what she once was And it's said that art is just another binary drug To a system made of 1's and 0's she could never plug In a deep or dead session of communicator, plus Alcoholic, time lapse, or a little solid tat of freedom And bitterness in a bottle of surgical procedures The failed medicinal diagnosis warented sour As the doctor neglected to operate on the patient of the hour Psychological snap from the release of dopamine From the sick gut feeling of what's pure and clean The thoughts lead into the moment to stab all of her dreams At the mercy of every human that barely believes sight Hidden in the wake of all that's potentially right Allah could dive deep enough to save a soul, too tightly Wrapped in an aspect of a brainwashed reality Unless, of course, she has to struggle with a 6-figure salary Unless she actually learns what the f** struggle is Where aid ends her own expense Anubis doesn't live [Outro] Anubis doesn't live (k** that motherf**er) Anubis doesn't live (k** that motherf**er) Anubis doesn't live Lust, lust, murder that b**h Thrust, thrust, k** that motherf**er k** that motherf**er Anubis doesn't live