The Cut Deepens

[Hook: Orifice Vulgatron & Metropolis]
We transmit, though speaking in tongues heathen
Lungs bleed the essence of sleep as the cut deepens
Gatecrashing your dreams in a blunt sequence
You wake with your face a vision of stunned grievance

[Verse 1: Metropolis]
The beat's a blank canvas
Till it's stretched on an easel or gleaming in damp stanzas
Of the gully type, flick with paint, cross the brush strokes
Oozing out the quill like a thick haze of gun smoke
Around these parts, we speak in potent imagery
Flows leak to leave the meat soaking miserably
Skin-deep, got their souls froze, broken visibly
And in my [?] spoke as wizardry
Scribing thoughts while I circumnavigate the urban sprawl
Drunk junkies swig on Tennent's, hit the curb and fall
Just another element of nightlife in the L
Where knife slicing is relevant and rife likened to hell
I rhyme right for the hell of it, to define why we prevail
In a life citing rhetoric to ignite mice to rebel
Caught up in an action I just couldn't stop
Waiting on the verdict when the gabble hits the wooden block

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Orifice Vulgatron]
They asked if I could handle the plight, the white Saracen
Night traveler, light scavenger, I affluent
Skimmed at the birth, I was spawned at the womb's silicone
Prosper no relevance like a door to a tomb's intervals and
Here with all things said and done, we precede
No limits, no grieve esteem hold at the slow speed
I float freely on these planes, the magnetic a black Celica
Transport through a ghost, invisible cracked pearl exterior
Soul's killed, the side wins, time switch was tracked last
Cold with the d-dough firmly saddled in my back draft
Tryna ride passenger, I digress, you die challengers
I find so to speak in code or black on canvases
Transmission, 2-4 to 580
More than a pastime, I cast and strive daily
Fasten the ties, yeah, I fathered those ice babies
I'm class blind [?], tell me, will draft save me?

[Hook x2]