Mr.blankslate - Flaregun lyrics

Like the captain of a sinkin ship Countin' blessings, prepared to face Karma Tryin'a salvage the guts of my friends list If music is my epitaph then I'll just go down with it So where yah flares at? Lookin' at me frownin' witcha amateur work It's first draft Spilling ink like a sword in a blood bath With little short breaths Cleanin' cold wounds: cheap rum at a surplus Cuz it's a curse to accumulate the Earth When the oracle is nursed With a digital thirst of being first Of the worst kind This vessel right here is a goddamn goldmine So let's exploit it With no sobriety I give a f** about the present No discretion My expression's like I gained a Smith & Wesson The electrons in my chest rust nails But the ink in my pen, yo, it dissolves steel While I'm rollin' uphill All labeled as a criminal and tryn'a keep it chill For real But no one can connect the depths that I feel So I got a liquid blade tryn'a wing it unveiled ( Like an Ouroboros eel, I fold myself inward until my skin peels)