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lirik lagu the sickness – bruxism

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[producer tag]
​​lunar vision, are you here?

[verse 1]
cold dark apartments and alleyway parties
i’m out of the speakers and into your head
rhythmic arrhythmic, i’m calculated
the way that i paint and then now you see red
i promise you, homie, hypnotic and holy
you follow my meaning and hear what i said
weed in your hand with that drink in your belly
it’s scary how closely you follow the dead
maybe it’s habit or maybe your habitat
either way, breathe, let it all be unsaid
down in the cul-de-sac smoking your handicap
parasite walking the streets that you tread
aye, follow my lips
watch as i dictate the way that you trip
every line hits like the back of the drip
drugs are my vehicle, you are my b-tch
feeling that itch as i pick at your core
can’t look away from the horror in store
feeling the surface-sc-m rise for the door
demons and devils, a snake in the score
even me out, flip on the fear
try to pretend that it’s not in your ears
feel the impurity sink to the floor
hide from the sickness you know disappears, aye

[interlude]

[verse 2]
scared and erratic, a panic fanatic
the pressure is static, your mood systematic
you’re idiosyncratic and undiplomatic
you’re psychosomatic, sporadic, it’s drastic
a s-d-st, a vagrant, you’re faded, you’re jaded
you’re wasted, impatient, disorientated
degraded and latent and brimming with hatred
you hate it, you wish you could just be sedated
flow is so evil and toxic
really there’s no way to stop it
sh-t is so sick, it’s hypnotic
burn through your soul, b-tch, i’m caustic
constantly living in h-ll, this room is
your jail and this bed is your grave
slaving away for that minimum wage
smoke ’til your feeling the weight of your cage
feeding you sh-t that you want
i got that sh-t that you crave
summon the demon that haunts you
leaving you sick and depraved
struggle to breathe, sh-t is nauseous
working my way in subconscious
i won’t leave easy, i promise
i am not here for the profit
tossing, you’re easy, i’m feasibly dangerous
make you feel queasy and weak is my aim, just
give in to me and let me make your flame hushed
forget your name and the reason you came, what
you want to do, i do better in bulk
you follow words from my mouth like a cult
you want the feeling and i get results
i got the sickness that makes you repulsed

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