a few old words
Basked in dawn, I’m a gorgon
I got a.. way with words?
How come.. I never got away with words?
This is parlour talk, skip the Shakespeare verse
Forked tongue, sewed shut in a maiden slur
Better off in layman terms
Let’s dumb it down:
Grew up on Rawkus/Notorious‘ dumping ground
‘Kiss and Lovecraft, found some solace
In my rigged conscience,
The con artist: pantomime
Pencilled rhymes.. onto a Horcrux
I’m forever morphing into a pensive mind
Woulda sold a portion of my morbid moral
They ever gonna mention mine?
Ugh fuck it I’m off this,
What’s left? a carnal conscience
My cotton carcass for your festive time
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