The Vacants

[Verse 1: Sadistik]
Preacher told me boy there’s a demon in your soul (NOWHERE2RUN)
I do psychedelics see the sequences in code
LA from Northwest seagulls mean I’m home
Relish in the torment needles in the bones
Kill em all kill em all, follow the pack
Digital chemicals swallow the tab
When I go in then no bottle’s intact
Inner so liminal hollow and cracked
Hop on a track and it’s Suicide Club
Pockets are packed with the fuel to my buzz
God on a canvas I drew with my blood
Talking to shadows like who can I trust?

[Chorus: Sadistik]
Bud that I have I can stuff in a swish
Cuts on my hand cover sun from the prints
Summer of Sam come and run with the kid
Summon a Sam to run nothing but Tricks
Bud that I have I can stuff in a swish
Cuts on my hand cover sun from the prints
Summer of Sam come and run with the kid
Summon a Sam to run nothing but Tricks

[Verse 2: Sadistik]
No one, no one, code of the shogun
Poke some holes in your clothes with a ghost gun
Go with the spirits, unholy appearance to match
Show me your tears in a vat
Pierced in the back, I’m becoming amiss
I peered in the cracks, there’s nothing to miss
The mirrors are black, it’s just an abyss
You veer in my path, get gutted like fish

[Verse 3: Fatboi Sharif]
Lense elevated clear alcohol level
Saw a devil in the moonlight
Psychedelic substance psalms several praised God
Dig up her bones in the graveyard
Black walls breeding air overdosed seance
Myan assaulted close image
Murder at midnight appear comatose kinship
UFO autopsy pulse risen
Fire pit swallowed earth final trip home
Forming cult visit
Circle head spin regimen flatline veteran
Moon cypher sharpen specimen
Bullet shells for spiderweb
Dinner munch anger prescription meds
Smelled the fear of a dead orgy
Served cyanide designers head

[Verse 4: Sadistik]
My soul is so acidic a skull that’s soaked in cynics
I sewed specific holes closed I hope the ghosts don’t get in
Holding tightly going 90 but the terror caught up
Right beside me is the wifey on the terracotta
Begin again there’s an art to the disfigurement
We’re into sin turn the darkness to magnificent
I’m different never them death to sycophants
Switzerland shed my skin and then I switch again