An Ocean - Feat. Blockhead
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Open doors for pores and let them drip
Until an ocean is created, supporting this relationship
Open doors for pores and let them drip
Until my words build the courage, to swim against the current
Open doors for pores and let them drip
Until an ocean is created (until an ocean is created)
With heart liquidated
I sip on integrity from a flask
Reflect on the last time I fell from hell's grasp
I can't recall on which shelf I placed the crown of thorns I found
That perforates the dreamscape of sound
The flourishing of patience
Cultivated within a circular box
Where sin no longer shocks its patron saint
Basking in the afterglow of joyful turmoil
(slash with a mistrash)
Caught in the undertow of apathy
Lethargic agony sets in, dismantles the fit-sick Wettins
Rips alive veterans (the end all and sin of his heaven in some form)
In some storms an umbrella isn't enough
Like when the winds gust, and the rains fly, horizontal in the skies
(plus your)
The skies can't hide your face in a line up
You're embracing a snake slithering
Waiting for it to wind up
The ladder I climb up is missing a few rungs
(like where my piece hung)
To help heal the places where those bees stung, I stand suspended in mid-drama
As pitch-strokes create thoughtscapes that wait between consecutive commas
The strike with one swing of spiked utensils
Splitting the underbelly of beasts with horns that protrude shaped dismissals
With wooden texture, sand and spooves so grip slips
So splinters I give in, as the liquid lead drips from the tips
With lips of brimstone, causing steam to rise when it spits
But in saliva pedals, its reflection is my malamiss
Yo, as I comb zones with fine tooth combs, and find a king
Smack sandals, five fingers until time stings
Finding flesh as a mesh of blood and breadth
Veins flood with blue water that dictates every step
(staggered)
Its constant spillage creates a single-celled dichotomy
Within the village, eccentrics will sacrifice logically
Dangling from nooses in town squares, for all to see
To strike earthshattering fear, into the hearts of those that follow me
I capsulize theories in easy-to-swallow gelatin tablets
When dissolved in stomach acid, they birth uncanny creatures of habit
That walk, talk, and think, in layers of polychrome
That unravels rebels when tapping gavels on catacombs
The devil that occupies this land had grown
Until goliaths that roam through life, dodging smooth stones
Catapulted from sling held in palm of left pinch
As an eclectic chemist, I concoct elixirs to sterilize speech
And nothing if not derived from thirst as I strive to steer a relationship through God's tears
(by which an ocean is created)
To stabilize existence, opposed to the inebriated stench that reeks of resistance
Open doors for pores and let them drip
Until an ocean is created, supporting this relationship
Open doors for pores and let them drip
Until my words build the courage, to swim against the current
Open doors for pores and let them drip
Until an ocean is created (until an ocean is created)
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