Citadel

Shanking a twisted motherfucker just to show em I mean business Cross the name off of the hit list getting red up from the litmus Know by now that I'm depraved I'm the ripple and the wave Removing unpacking unwrapping the daggers that fall in me they remind me what I crave You are nothing but a contingent fluke Cause it wasn't no skill that was given to you New weak track bout to flock to the internet Almighty god we can't ever let him forget Two out of three I call that an isosceles Put em on mute with these different philosophies You want attention then cut horizontally How many laws that I follow unlawfully Cycle around like a roundabout And I'm a no one in a too-crowded town Say that I'm something without the clout Then wonder who's gonna talk with the loudest mouth He has risen far above the common man What is missing your deceit I'm not a fan Seated in the citadel the point of singularity Guarded by the consecrated now observe with clarity Too invested for extraction to the sky Still infested with these wicked thoughts of mine Infinitesimal to be compressed in a vacuum the records will not be expunged Been imperceptible but unpreventable blood on the film is creating a smudge Depression is a bitch I've seen it's a fact a bit too well Suspended in the abyss who else wanna fuck with me in the hole that you dwell Encroaching on the liberties initiating new upheavals Damage the planet and all its inhabitants they got a patent expending the diesel Separation you scared of that You won't stay right here like where you at Ain't a secret tracked down go to my scent And I got no fucking halo parked over my head Fuck it I'm sober enough ain't no dope in the cut For now I will be choking on rust Trick up my sleeve with the coke and the dust I'll be killed by the overdose hoping it does In no mood for the theistic shit But I'm coming up short what the meaning is Got what I want still destitute Wanna shroud myself wanna end it too He has risen far above the common man What is missing your deceit I'm not a fan Seated in the citadel the point of singularity Guarded by the consecrated now observe with clarity Too invested for extraction to the sky Still infested with these wicked thoughts of mine Infinitesimal to be compressed in a vacuum the records will not be expunged Been imperceptible but unpreventable blood on the film is creating a smudge