Traverse (Lies&Confessions)

she broke my heart and we'll left me.to die...#woke[verse] travesty, manically, matter-of-factly Obey masterfully, dastardly after I saw your lap dance off How it comes to this lack of trajectory, perfecting me, protecting me No longer you exceptionally, affectionately, affection Subsequently the measurements and relevances like a pestilence Remembering reverence and temperaments My heart like tempered glass, alas, alas, with the why too fast to stay true Everyone else is blast from the past, we at an impasse like in class or a mass confessions of the third kind Need I remind multiple times I got hold of your lies, remember your lies The old it excised the eye I don't know defines The lavish traverse traps, hot burns and hurts, and in curts, I admit truth first, don't disperse So traverse, surrender tits up in the black hearse, my life a gift and a curse What's worse is I've been loyal to you, every word's true in each verse The search is on, and while you're adverse, high horse in your purse Hear your hair must go on mid-May, come out mid-June Flip the deuce on Maya rental James Juice with how you letting your foot loose Pickle you choose, whichever one of your dudes you're choosing, pay your dues My muse, a short fuse, old news, colder than Snoopy Dog's nephews And best you, unless you confess to a liberated, merciless mercenaries More like cage canaries, got your both chirpies a canary Your disease so untweetable, impeding you, leading you to destroy your vestibule And by the decibel, vibration in my testicles, an ineffectual well... ​ [verse] ​(Picking up the double-time cadence off the "-well" transition) ​...Intellectual hell, let it swell till the sensors fell Selling a piece of my soul to the specters that dwell in a cell Directly projected, selected to sever the sector, a specter Injecting the vector, a nectar of lethal intellect, resurrecting the rector Step to the pressure, expected to fall in a second, I reckon A weapon of syllable stacking, attacking the track with a venomous method Unspeakable, equal, believable sequel, we pull on the lever, unreadable people I stack every syllable up to the steeple, illegal precision, a surgeon's incision Revisioning rhythms, collision of visions, decision is final, I ride on the vinyl Accelerate, elevate, generate heat till we levitate, wait, never hesitate Lock in the frequency, frequently lethal, I speak with a flame that'll desolate... ​ [verse] ​(Tempo drops slightly / Heavy sub-bass kicks in / Low, gravelly pitch) ​ [Voice 3: Low Pitch / Heavy Resonance] ​Deep in the bedrock. Deadlock. Heavy as a cinder block, standing on the gridlock. Monotone shadow on a throne made of black stone, Heavyweight tone in your bones, leave 'em all prone. ​Echoing down through the subterranean floor, Pulling down the iron gate, locking up the heavy door. No recovery, no discovery, plain to see— The final decibel belongs to me.The audio track for key, giving the track a raw hardcore/alternative edge. Dark, sustained analog synth pads sit softly in the upper-mid spectrum to generate an ambient, brooding backdrop across all three verses.