Echo Creek

Prevailing through the veil of skewed perception
Pugilistic pupils prove to be misleading
Bleeding blue and fleshing through the ruins of non existent relations
It's bittersweet in it’s nature
I'm moving on from the place I was in
Bliss in a meaningless haven
Seed had a rough cultivation
Grew into something amazing
What's in my blunt, vegetation
Rebuild my skull with the fragments
From dusk till I’m sunk in the grave
I grow under thunderous blankets
I'm just rolling with the hands I was dealt
And as the candles drip and melt, grow more intact with myself
I'vе seen addiction spread like Christmas joy or cancerous cеlls
I strive for greatness

Smoking on that gas pack
It got him feeling asthmatic
Bloodlust blunts in a bungalow of black magick
Troubleshooter solving problems
Golem spill enthralling knowledge
Gone off of Osaka vodka, got him in a drunken stupor
Always hungry, never lack passion
Every time he touch a track, snapping with the tough manoeuvres
Something like the sustenance, breaking bread
Bludgeon beats and bloody boots up stomping em
Haunted by nostalgia
Run your kicks and then he walk in em