MouTH oF MaDNeSS

deep wisdom philosophical wordplay punchlines desire and love for Hip-hop and passing down knowledge through lyrics stay blessed ya'll (Verse 1) Step into the corridor, the lights start to flicker The silence in the hallway getting thicker and thicker I’m the architect of chaos, the designer of the dread The ink is turning blacker every time the truth is read I don't speak in sentences, I speak in shattered glass A shadow on the pavement where the heavy spirits pass Locked behind the teeth, a storm begins to brew A symphony of static coming straight for you. ​(Chorus) Open up the gate, let the echoes start to climb I’m peeling back the fabric, I am stepping out of time The vision isn’t blurry, it’s just more than you can see Unlocking every padlock, I’m the one who holds the key Pay attention to the static, let the logic start to fracture I’m the architect of every single mental manufacture The world is just a whisper that the wind is tryna catch ya I am the mouth of madness, trying cure the sadness and I finally struck the match and set fire and we well never be out matched because of our passion and desire ​(Verse 2) The ink is running off the page, the walls are breathing deep I’m the secret in the corner a promised you would keep A kaleidoscope of voices, a religion made of noises Moving through the frequencies and drowning out annoyance The sun is rising, the reflection starts to bend I’m the beginning of the story and the message at the end You’re looking for a reason in a sea of jagged lines While I’m reading all the omens and decoding all the signs. ​(Chorus) Open up the gate, let the noises echoes start to climb I’m peeling back the fabric, I am stepping out of time The vision isn’t blurry, it’s just more than you can see Unlocking every padlock, I’m the one who holds the key Pay attention to the static, let the logic start to fracture I’m the architect of every single mental manufacture The world is just a whisper that the wind is tryna catch ya I am the mouth of madness, and I finally struck the match a fire that got started and well always be out matched ​(Outro) never look away. The script is already written thats why be spitten The ink is still wet the match is already set I am the mouth of madness to eliminate sadness And the world is just listening to the chaos that surrounds us tune into the truth the frequencies so we can stay free that's how how it should always be