Cyne - Catharsis lyrics

[Verse 1 – Cise Star] Militant-minded, shining diamonds with my heart on the ropes Take the edge. When I rewind, I'm climbing the slopes Bring it closer to the essence, I'm breathing with God's blessings Moving forward, but thinking, but sinking into depression Pulling my own weight, I struggle with opposition I'm wrestling down angels and strangle the competition Searching deep in my heart—I'm looking for definition In simple terms, I yearn to find my life's mission Listening to the inner, this sinner will find answers Hoping that I remember that Hell is like a cancer Blast as a drum kick hits into oblivion Flash as the sky splits, slip into meridian Capture the rapture, fall into disaster Ambient sound surround and press the master Soundtrack of living in stores if Lord willin' The last day's bumps so nice in car systems Redemption [Verse 2 – Cise Star] My system hydraulic, we frolic Young man he stands, he brands alcoholic Smash through the gla**, he shatter against love Slip away from the close-up pain—it's such a drug Run away from innocence, a child of the shadows Unravel the mystery, the reason of the shackles No pot to piss in with nobody to listen Went Godbody, Five Percent to the Christian Crusades are inner, reborn a dope n***a A crease in his pants, he stance, remain bigger Looking for a peace of mind but never found it Looking for a peace of mind but never found it, shot [Verse 3 – Cise Star] And there was I, standing here, wondering why A blue rose never grows to a velvet sky Why the Sun gotta go for the Moon to rise And when we born, why the first thing we do is cry [Interlude] Possessed is probably a good word. Uh, what I'm possessed by at the time, I don't really know. But I seemed to lose a little bit of… I think I've lost my brains [Verse 4 – Akin] Crying, like breathing air, but still dying Flying with broken wings, lying—nah, n***a, I'm in No position for that. sh** is critical actually Survivalist tactics got me on point Thinking, “Put the weed out. Hold your head high History's a lie,” broadcasting it live Through your cyberspace. I might walk with [MacGyver's?] fate Perhaps lose the next day, can't predict the future You wanna be a star, crack a smile so they can shoot ya Rhymin' in limelight—to me sh** is weak I'm just another slave riding up sh**'s creek