register this grief (Prod. by Neckclippa)

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Register This Grief

Verse 1:

(Gūën)

I cut my arms just the other day.

Had a drug test so I couldn’t smoke the pain away.

Funny how our government is of shame.

Irony because they just want to watch us bleed.

Psych ward minds inside such end of times memories confined inside darker tides.

Entities of mine,

The angels that sigh.

Women that Stan cause I’m the trippy man.

(Spikê Høllow)

Spikê Høllow welcome to your fallout.

You could follow but you’re a bit fallow.

Willow trees cry as I block her hit.

I’ve been trying to fly but humanity is shit.

I live my life like I’m walking in a daze.

A Limbic haze as my dreams remind me of the darker days.

I’m feeling crazed as all I do is turn a page.

I’m in a maze shining beyond her ways.

Please father I pray just release me.

My best bro overdosed a few weeks from thee.

The fetynal took another life.

Now I’m playing Russian roulette with the blade of a knife.

(Gūën)

Tap dance right atop this broken glass.

Flask in hand stumbling drunk like the son of sam.

Uncle Sam the natives want their land back.

You stole that and are still raping humanity pretending like you don’t get that.

(Spikê Høllow)

So phat as the bass bumps through downtown.

Around town I’m known for the haunting vibrations so loud.

Chokehold I see babygirl gloat.

Kingdoms fly as I dream of suicide.

Lined up lines did five days already go by?

God I cry liberate me from tonight.

This acid fry but I know I’ll be just fine.

Fines of the weaker minds.

Mentality continues working on overtime.

Timid as I step precariously.

Hilariously life is a dark comedy.

Hook:
Come follow me into this broken home!

All I loved is either dead or gone.

I pray that I’ll gain once again...

But life seems to never take my hand.

I dream in days what about you man?

Verse 2:

(Gūën)

Dedicated to this doctrine of light.

Yet I fight for the right to live tonight.

I’m in flight for another accident.

Ambulance man I’m high as hell hitting on the paramedics.

Medication wrong since the bing.

Yet watch as I get paid in 3 double 00s mane.

I dunno, I used to work at Burger King like a slave everyday.

Baptist’s preach bout the end of days.

If it wasn’t the end of days I wouldn’t be inside your life.

I’m an omen brought to you by the Ivanov tribe.

(Spikê Høllow)

Gripe and moan grip the hair and watch her go.

Too and fro but my life starts to feel like melting snow.

Oh once so beautiful now I’m reactive.

Emotionally empathetic.

Longing to go back to apathetic.

Atrophy another trophy to Trump the world you see?

Fuck society it’s full of lies you see?

You refuse to see because your pineal is blurred g.

Generously I speak too kindly.

When I want to pulverize somebody I speak gently.

(Gūën)

I can’t help it but I don’t want another prison run.

But who knows what tomorrow brings here comes the setting sun.

Son of a preacher I’m usually positive.

Yet at times I have to release this negative.

magnetic manifestation of my better days.

I look into this looking glass 2k13.

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