Beat The Devil Out of Me

[Verse 1: Lookira]
I'm back in the cradle where I am unable to speak
Topic of the week, still a freshman
Walking off the plank with nothing on my feet, feeling less than Oceans of the deep water, yes men
They making bubbles when they speak, still unrest then
And I’m sleepwalking every beat, freaker
The high numbers high as I come to conclusions
Of the one that's [?]
Wings on my back, why you tryna, tryna put wings on my back?
Wings on my back, why you tryna, tryna put wings on my back?
The road is [?] knows no other, the code is known
To keep the frostbite from others [?]
[?]
Stalking and observing and not being current, swearing your acidity
When I put a hex on Bob Ross he beat the devil out of me
Beat the, beat the devil out of me
[?]
[?] and put it on my gravestone
[?]

[Verse 2: Airospace]
I touched God last night
Kicked him in the forehead, saw myself aside of Lucifer beside my conscience
When I'm walking then I’m moving
If I'm stagnant, then I'm stopping but my progress is eternal
There's a furlough of my noggin [?]
[?] it's solace
By the oblong gotta
Ain't a open heart in Hell that can stop my father
Face with no love, need I need nada
Yelling at the mirror with the anguish that I felt
Marrying that bitch and as I'm murdering myself
Purgatory furnaces, I'm serving what I dealt, no help
Reach no hands for not shit but conscience
My lips spit toxins, my eyes comic on shuffle
The problem that I know is everyone is selfish, a lost one
How do I define, if I’m the reason life’s collapsing
I deny the time it takes to pick yourself up off the chopping block
Behind the curtain where I'm hanging in my violet-blue, I’m running out my mind
Oxygen is cutting off the processes [?]
I'm moving to a state of painless living and obnoxiousness
And confidence, my heart is spent with lifelessness, profit ends