night

I bet Heaven can smell the flesh when the molten weapons blaze, Isn't that a burned-up mess? Nah, that's just another phase. Depicting what you oughta do with a life that you neglect, While the pity turns to poison and the pain becomes a threat. It's pitiful, a literal drain, I'm entertained, Punch it out, let the noise underneath the skin invade. Into the chest, into the heart, where the tension stays concealed, Clinched tight around the muscles, now the pressure's getting real. I'm getting sick, stick me — the prick of this pen, Epic levels of intent, I descend again. Take the thought to the level where the slaughter meets the sight, Psyche ripped apart by every rhyme I write. Nah, I'm in hierarchies, prime of the elite, The poet with a broken heart and demons underneath. You don't even know why pain's dealt, premeditation, I've been alone inside the dark, constructing devastation. HOOK Murderous dreams, resurfacing, Real monitoring, the walls are listening. Murderous urges hold me, but I give them purpose, Digging holes inside my mind just to find what makes it surface. Murderous dreams, resurfacing, Every buried thought comes back with a vengeance. I don't run from the darkness — I put it in a verse, Turn the worst parts of my mind into the words that make it work. VERSE 2 Cadence can't tame me, the rhythm's got teeth, Every syllable's a weapon when it's coming from beneath. I've been baking in the dark, let the pressure build slow, Now I'm cooking up a nightmare every time I let it go. Heart broken, mind fractured, still I sharpen every line, Got a cemetery of thoughts buried deep inside my mind. If the pain had a voice, it'd be screaming through the beat, If the fear had a face, it'd be staring back at me. I dissect every feeling, put the pieces on display, Turn anxiety to art, let the darkness have its say. No disguise, no retreat, I put the truth inside the rhyme, Every bar another piece of what I've buried over time. So when you hear that cadence, understand what you're hearing— It's the sound of every thought that I was too afraid to speak. I don't need to hide the monster if the monster made me write, I just drag it from the shadows and I make that motherfucker rhyme.