Sebrox - Synthetic Hole lyrics

Lumen skulls, helium flow, ghost out chest epithelium. Animal glands, tubes, epidermis, stress. Lenses, tissue, nerves, vessels, ganglia, flesh As crystal sea ships approach around my castle and palace gates Panoramic talents make great for suicides by shotgun Splatter brain against the wall into glowing ectoplasmic paint Now my soul looks like work by Alex Grey Tripper to the floor, as for my corpse, they'll have it hanged From the ceiling, photographed as still life sepia, snap in frames Addict slang, I'm boiling eggs in piss Writing the people this verse as I speak sitting on mattress stains Come out the blackness like it hasn't changed I'm washing skittles down, heliophobic letting the gas fizzle down I'm doing this whole album sitting down, spitting, wizard gown I heard that they demolished underground living and built a Tinsel Town, I'll have no part of it I'm broke a** rags in a bottle Here's my pa**ion masked in a motto: Patriotism's trash, I'd rather burn a flag than a novel I'll throw a batch to the hollow Like cop k**ing mags to your stoppo Flashing strobes under blood splashed on a ponto Smash selettra typewrite electric, you can't clash with the gonzo There's something beneath me, it's living in between me Ripping away skin and soul, there's something trapped under my skull There's something alive trying to climb out of this synthetic hole [Repeat] Slither through slug muck trail, sit in bile The drip Hoffman raped acidics from from liquid viles Intricate with it, descriptive vile Bloodline Walter, human genocide, plap corpses into piles Octopus cabinet, sifting piles Split different personalities into synthetic integrations Spit drifting into six distinctive styles Touch psychedelic acrylic tiles I got a frigid flow, torture under slow timer Peel off your souls liner, dissect the vessel Epidermis open, expose fibers Supercoven toxic toad writer Soaked in a sweat coat synthetic hole diver I troll until I find her, after the rush I fold and bind her in telephone wire Speak easy drone flow and blind tigers I hold seminars with no flyers Toaster the bathtub, razor at wrist Bottle of scripts, open stove and lighter, explode Leave this earthly plane, music, money, cellphone text and all I kick literally nightmares like Berkeley undergrads pulling out uzis and shooting up lecture halls I don't leave the house ever, surrounded by blood of stacks and leather sprawled I take Apache propellers up to the heavens to watch blood and feathers fall My chest pressed to walls There's something beneath me, it's living in between me Ripping away skin and soul, there's something trapped under my skull There's something alive trying to climb out of this synthetic hole [Repeat] (I wasn't knocking someone's door down, I was running from that. When I got out, I was in that, I was already through that, I had that, I had the studio, I went to the studio, I went to Vox Studios. I had it all, and I looked at it and said, this is a bigger jail than I just got out of. I don't want to take my time going to work, I got a motorcycle and a sleeping bag, and ten or fifteen girls. What the hell I wanna go off into, and go to work for? work for what, money? I got all the money in the world. I'm the king, man, I run the underworld, guy. I decide whos does what and where they do it at. What am I, gonna run around and act like I'm some teenybopper somewhere, for somebody else's money? I make the money, man, I roll the nickels, the game is mine) [Charles Manson]