You title it, i cant even finish it ..

Broken mirrors instrumental

Tainted soul, tryin to get pure
Painted it black 
rollin stoned with that jet raw

Fuel for the head, 
Pendulum kinda flex jaw
Clenched as i get more wrecked
Than a sket scorned

Check for the wet floor
Signs as i step toward

The light of the next whore 
Inviting me, red raw 

As my eyes the next mornin
Picture me vexxed yawning

Bored of the ex bitch
resort back to exploring 

On to the next level
Warp to a fresh story
Mode to impress
Surely goin in gets glory

Goading whats next for me
Showwin off sweat pourin 
Out of my head
More than ..Goin off, fest-storing

Rotten to this core
Forgotten what blessed 
Bought me, 

Droppin it this floor 
Aint got enough chest for me

Il end up more or less flawless
Free fallin through all the mess 
Poreless and breathless
 
Water tight, restless
Il rest when im dead cause
Ive got shit to do

Im complex and exceptional 
What's it to you?

Is it art, is it magic or madness
Some mad shit, some sad twisted
Garbage, 
some cabbage went hard with

Or is it the mark of the savagest
Beast on a beat.
That could spark up the rapture
Pull sharks from the sea

Pull the dark from beneath
Strip the bark from the trees
All the garments you flee in
And half of your teeth.

Til your palm over mouth
Now its hard to believe....

Or is it an arc to believe in 
A reason to grieve for this
Life, Left unseasoned

While aiming to please
Every mark that you meet

Never seizing the last fuckin biscuit
I'll chuck the whole packet 
In my fuckin tea 

N fuck seizing the day man
Im squeezing the week

Call it montosat juice
And the sundays are free
 So I scream in a glass 
Til it answers me back

And it tells me 
what happened to jack 
Fuckin vanishing act Due, planning relapse too.