Wake the Dead ( Still Say Your Name prt2)

[Verse: Coal Cash]
‘Cause y’all don’t
Get it, my sense of aesthetic is anoetic, so I set it
When I said it’s embedded in my genetics
Poetic when my letters are leaded, project prophetic
I spread it in faith, and, like your face, I won’t forget it
It’s headed to grace, whether to wake, left this place
Regretted mistakes, repetitive state of apathetic, so I
Shed it to make unconscious break from the midst of this
Mischievous snare as I dare to tear through the chrysalis
Promiscuous wear, I never really cared to give a fuck
Corrupt from what I bear and how quick I’ll swear to give it up
Live in despair, giving my share of nightmares descent
Lament from my dreams, and it seems I don’t know where they went
Spent to depletion, no sense of completion, percentage indecent
Intended to teach in this repetitive beacon
Speaking of Double Negative, never begged to give reason
In seasons for sedative for my competitive demons
From needing to be better than best, ahead of the rest, infest
With grotesque hubris ‘til I prove it’s finesse, I am
No less ruthless than the truth I express, I am
So vexed, stupid from my fruitless success, I have
Grown so useless, so excuse what I jest ‘cause I
Don’t know if I’ll prove if I’m inhumanly blessed
I’m stupidly stressed, reputedly, death expressed beautifully
Depressed, yes, usually a mess, suitably
Proved to be less in unity, slept, suppressed musically
Perplexed, yet used to be the best community
I neutrally kept from mutinies, repped exclusively
Adept at holding breath, and, in their nest, there was a noose for me
Abusively swept, didn’t choose to be left elusively
Bereft of the respect from a project that had no use for me
I loosely let the words you left to see right through the form
Draw his own conclusions, see right through ‘em when I’m moving on
Illusions are gone, no longer fond of what it took to tell
Leeches love to eat, I’m bleeding deep just to foot the bills
It really could kill how they see me, another noose to tie
Supplying the cost to carry the cross on which I’m crucified

[Hook: Coal Cash] (x8)
Nothing seems the same, and it’s never gonna change
Filled with this pain, still say your name
Standing in the rain, and the world seems so strange
Your memory? It wanes. Sometimes I say your name