Purest Disgust

[Verse 1: Sapient]
It's like, how can I spit it if they don't relate?
Lettin' it culminate, ‘til it's too heavy to pull the weight
I hunger for more yet my soul is caged
Under floorboards hiding from solar rays
But, I feel calm and at home in the darkness
Submerging my skin, feelin’ cold and lethargic
In a paper ocean, floatin’ on paper boats
I paint my disgust in slow and graceful strokes
My war machine is well oiled and tuned-up
Cooped-up in a small room with his wounds glued-up
I keep no glove on its hand to hold the poison pen
But I keep a hood on my head to hold the voices in
I will never confuse divine with human lies
Buddha shrines of that which is computerized
I am the unrooted vine that grew despite its wilted fate
And learned a serpent in a suit and tie, is still a snake

[Chorus]
This feeling, this feeling
It's the purest disgust
This feeling, this feeling
It's the purest disgust
This feeling, this feeling
It's the purest disgust
My bare feet have killed the worms in the mud
The dirt and the bugs were the closest thing to my circle of trust
(Yeah)

[Verse 2: Ethic]
And I been factioned to make this
Distaste innovate it, passed-up a day yet
I stay busy crashing they spaceships
Walk around, rockin’ the glasses from "They Live"
Stay above water like the Bay Bridge
Never been a part of somethin’ I couldn't relate with
Never caught up, automated bravado makin’ plates shift
When y'all are outdated like a tape-deck
I'ma make you make sense, they gon’ make you think less
I make music even if music don't make rent
And it ain't been a beneficial state that we in
The ceiling's high but the floors are thin

[Chorus]
This feeling, this feeling
It's the purest disgust
This feeling, this feeling (uh-huh)
It's the purest disgust
This feeling, this feeling
It’s the purest disgust
My bare feet have killed the worms in the mud
The dirt and the bugs were the closest thing to my circle of trust

[Verse 3: Eyedea]
Baby shoes for sale, never worn
I add my own salt to the wound, and croon inside the self-inflicted storm
Make a promise I can't keep, bleed for your amusement
Cut me, love me, stomp and crush, fuck me with confusion
Loose-ends tie me up and rape my motivation
Break my teeth into dust, and go to sleep clothed in blood and semen
Every day's a Saturday night
I waved my right to play-fight, with daylight, the second the sun saved my life
Hurts me so good when it's goin’ in my vein
I gotta leave, I'll let you know if the seizure's sweet as better pain
You keep on spreadin’ crazy all over this worthless town
A fingernail could find the dirt, underneath your surface now
You are my sweet and my sour
If it stays this deep, I could cheat death by at least an hour
Let me go with my blood, poisonin’ my brain
Let the morphine drip drops in self-inflicted rain, ok

[Chorus/Outro]
This feeling, this feeling
Investing it all back to the wind
This feeling, this feeling
Of gettin’ it all back when you win
This feeling, this feeling
Investing it all back to the wind
This feeling, this feeling
Of gettin’ it all back when you win
This feeling, this feeling
Investing it all back to the wind
This feeling, this feeling
Of gettin’ it all back when you win
This feeling, this feeling
Investing it all back to the wind
This feeling, this feeling
Of gettin’ it all back when you win