The Substance

[Chorus 1]
Four rooms, a ceiling and a floor but there's more
(Close to insanity)
A desk with a subtle light, a window, and a door
(Close to insanity)
One bottle of the bluest inks your iris ever saw
(Close to insanity)
One child prodigy with a vision in his core
(Close to insanity)

[Verse 1]
I'm frost bitten, slippin' away titanic burden nurses
Where the anti-hero clergy purge their value burning service
And warped was I, huddled beneath the influence of fresh
Meshed with impressions that appear to shrink before my very breath (Breath)
These tides of woe and malice and mirth initiate a wave crash
Splashing my offspring graves prior to birth, it's looking bleak (Bleak)
Malarkey farce sergeant crooked and sleek emerald eyes glow
I'm shook in a freak side show!
OK, I strobe effects projective when I blink, so I design this chorus line
When linked we let our eyelids fall and pilots stall
With what I sing, I'll open lash light and dark clash to dim the wattage
Then see the wide-eyed dried raising supplied fiery Colossus
Well, I am a hostage, guiding, yet, pushed beneath the craze's climate
Hiding behind the levy while the stubborn rivers rise and feel this
I wish heavenly brevity centered hate pedigrees instead of dead serenity
God damn, must have remembered me
It clenched me, it wrenched me, tempted me to employ it
Apprehended me and rendered me suspended in its voyage
How these tables have turned!
Hand to the bottle with the skull and crossbones scribbled off the label, sip the ladle, drank the burn
Begging for death, concerns off with a zephyr tread and leg in a web
Caught triple-six couriers; beckon, they fled
OK, OK, I get it; let 'em shake a little, then release 'em
Like, as if ghostly hysterics would leech on band aid completion
Odium, patience ran his anti-death commando
Just a litigant stretchin' to touch tranquil, but couldn't quite catch the angle (Yeah)
I'm trained as cornerstone famine trooper
So my tray within a heart of hearts still belly up and parched, come on (Yeah, yeah, check it)

[Chorus 2]
I'm a sideline observer alerted not yet retreating
(Close to insanity)
The climate stubbornly hovered slightly above freezing
(Close to insanity)
Now everybody in the populace awaited my reply
(Close to insanity)
I spit a billion tiny brilliant white lights into the sky
(Close to insanity)

[Verse 2]
Undeniably amused by the way the fuse burn
By the way the clues churn in front of my eyes
To fertilize germination of concern for me, for we
For he who's sucked into the trench, fully dug, I don't wanna pull the plug
Hug on my canteen like in a dream
Centipede leader speedin' through a meaty greed league
I can tell by the way the needs bleed from a seed
If the breed should have ever been bred, 'nuff said
Whether compared to caterpillar and cocoon to emerge
Or a spark's soon to bloom to a surge
All I need is the nourishment, the courage and the burn
To ascend from a number, to brave Blade Runner
Hunter, cleric, swordsman, king
More like I'm walking with a broken mood ring
Mood swingin' from the mezzanine level, here to bevel the edge
My team's settled on the ledge to pledge, it's like that

[Verse 3]
In the summer it rains buckets of hunger pains
In the winter it's the same, with an added climate change
The remaining two quadrants balance the polar values equally for mid-range
Yet the songs of thirst remain the same
You could turn the whole cold reservoir to liquor
Hell, split the ocean on its seams if it boosts your esteem
I never lend span of attention lest my brethren signal fresh
So do your magic, miracle worker, or I'll remain unimpressed
For the flux, the fix, the famine
For the fact that little Billy up the block obtained a lovely hand cannon
I'd examined auto-pilot (Right) when filibuster won (Yeah)
Concluded the few we're tuned with were now targets of his movement (Oh shit)
It's intriguing, yet, I guess, I knew somewhere, something was leaking, now I honor instinct, delinquent
Bring settler runaways, frayed boogie bastard clicks
To bypass glass stature, walking graft characters
Militant dance split the sun and sip the filament
Tracer; vivisection is to lab rat primes
They try to grace these sacred lips with his maze or a dirty wine
He knew, he brewed the substance just to mock the lesser budgets
Then sought off all trickery, bought off the public, and screamed victory!
Tunnel through the mite infested grillage and the rig
As fast as Aesop and his ten little fatigued fingers could dig
Trigger revenge, tip the goblet in the dirt, review my words
Spit in the puddle, peace to fame, struggle the fuck out, and duck out (Yeah, check, huh, uh)

[Chorus 3]
Now, all hail defenders of the trash talk
(Close to insanity)
I was hidden, yet I slid in just to rip the mask off
(Close to insanity)
I'm seventy-six inches of all the purest sounds
(Close to insanity)
So y'all could dig me six feet deep my eyes would still be over ground!
(Close to insanity)

[Outro]
It's like that