Zach Hill - Centuries of Damn lyrics

[Verse 1] f** the sun, f** its kind Daylight s**s, waste of mine I f** my mind, narrow my mind I bide my time like f** in place One day, I'll wave sun to ice Watch its kind get thrown like rice My cackle stretch out like thunder So f**ing loud, it's vulgar [Chorus] I pull my face out the dirt slow These days I only wake up third of the way, narco Held to deep rapid eye move, hold These days I recede, rapid I reload Gun my chances, closed road, no road left to travel [Verse 2] I know what this calls for Where's my scalpel? Operation cut Like I'm bored, sew my inner war up like corn rows My internal war blows, like freezing fog in Oslo Frozen, I can't get soft, baptized in hoarfrost Like carbon monoxide garage Freeze your blink like sandman's flush I hate you so much I hate your laws I hate your need a cause I hate your faux touch I hate every last one of you I ponder digesting razors, just to be done with you I love you so much [Sub-verse] I'm triple the motherf**er Mondo-fisted, full of backwards From banana town manor My slang step like legless lizard I f** around, fashion a rocket Shoot to Mercury, for the winter Extended vacation till I decompose on my splinters [Chorus] I pull my face out the dirt slow These days I only wake up third of the way, narco Held to deep rapid eye move, hold These days I recede, rapid I reload Gun my chances, closed road, no road left [Bridge 1] To centuries of damn I've never been so yawn Can't believe I'm still standing Can't believe life take this long I stagger off to find my lighter I don't return until the day Sag A* validates Mankind's destiny in a worm [Verse 3] By the way, I don't pet bleachers Court side to nose bleeders Like I shoot sh** with gimps No response, lose 'em once Incoming second attempt To be real, I just shoot 'em up (just shoot 'em up) Them clueless strut nailed to crucifix Lilith shoved up her c*nt (shoved up her c*nt) [Bridge 2] f** [Chorus] I pull my face out the dirt slow These days I only wake up third of the way, narco Held to deep rapid eye move, hold These days I recede, rapid I reload Gun my chances, closed road, no road left I pull my face out the dirt slow These days I only wake up third of the way, narco Held to deep rapid eye move, hold These days I recede, rapid I reload Gun my chances, closed road, no road left