Hugo Simpson II

[Verse: Conor]

Lazy eyelids, cortex mirrors lightrays
That peek in through blind shades and make a fine haze
Dust covered dwelling mirror caves used allegorically
Rust covered skin peerer is brave trying to harness chi
He bleeds out and expels hatred, reneger of everything that sacred
Man in a black hat chasing down your citadel
In a trance couldn't have that erasing his literal
Attempts to grab at scraps, -
Never felt any daps, Making cold metallic wings
Hover over greater things, So alone his fader brings
No clarity, Holds onto sanity but barely
Singing songs but not merely, escape this rust skin,-
Every possible him feels like the chosen twin
Seeking to be flying but theres no lotus in
The upper deck, prone to bouts of disrespect
Of self he can't recollect his health or his misteps
Skip dodge a piss test
Steady eating fish heads, While taking six meds
Just calm down, but on ground, no fly for this viscous
Cycle that catches him in loops like the beat do
Soul idle
It meshes to the dust noose, it meshes to a dust noose...

It meshes to the dust noose, it meshes to a dust noose
Yo It meshes to the dust noose
Feel the abuse
Gone off the mind but aloof
Wearing dust nooses
Wearing dust nooses
Wearing dust nooses
Wearing dust nooses
Wearing dust nooses
Wearing dust