Escapism, Diabolic - Gutter Gods lyrics
[Escapism, Diabolic - Gutter Gods lyrics]
Found God in the gutter on a turnpike level
This is more like trouble, I am oh so subtle
Ocho doubled over
Hit em with the verbal yoga
Vertigo from going where I shouldn't go to
Draw the shutters
Start creating with the shut ins
Make nothing out of something
I been too woke to function
Peep the deconstruction right
Before the introductions
Excluding with instructions
The Buddha got a question
Don't chase the narrative
Odds are they are comparing us
The signal from the obelisk preparing us
Polish off the bottle still
Anonymous in old age
Work day what a dull blade flow state
Take shape rotate
No taste open
Shut no case
Blow the whistle pork face
I've been having off days
Tucked in the crawl space
Shadow in the hall ways big bird
Small cage new level
No saves
Preparing for lift off like space camp
Bout to face this plant until I face plant
Life hit me in the nuts with a
Kick it threw from Christ's stance
Spewing the same rants
I'm truly a changed man
Ruining your day plans
This wasteland is so savage
I see it all cuz I poked
A hole through these rose glasses
I'm the phoenix that rose from it's own ashes
Like a soul passing as it rose from
A ghost out of a closed casket
An obstacle will get it's whole ass kicked
You better know I set a goal and
Then I John Doe toe tag ya
Rolling down the road in an old classic
Slower than molasses
Catching brain in my whip like Onassis
They slow the passage with the
Roads that they block
But, you can't break the broken whether
You hope to or not
There's power in the practice
We're not going to stop
Flowers in the attic, we've rose to the top
It's been an uphill climb
As I approach the summit
I'm just hoping that I overcome it
Time to go and fuck it
Broke as fuck and over budget
Moving slow and sluggish
Stemming from the thorns in my side
But I rose above it
Ducking what I'm told to covet
Son it's so seductive
And the strings attached they hold you
Up will just control the puppet
I ain't with that bullshit
Unless it's growing fungus broken up
Insult the stone as near my home in Suffolk
I analyze the circle in my photo bucket
Smoking dutches till I see the whole
Circumference like a golden compass
As for social justice
I picture blowing trumpets while the 54th
Civil War soldiers load their muskets
I picture Lincoln quoting Douglas
And hope to uplift
Like a tractor beam moving
Those UFO's abducted
So in closing here's a gem
I told my youngest:
"Set a goal and never slow til you're
Close enough to cobra clutch it"
This is more like trouble, I am oh so subtle
Ocho doubled over
Hit em with the verbal yoga
Vertigo from going where I shouldn't go to
Draw the shutters
Start creating with the shut ins
Make nothing out of something
I been too woke to function
Peep the deconstruction right
Before the introductions
Excluding with instructions
The Buddha got a question
Don't chase the narrative
Odds are they are comparing us
The signal from the obelisk preparing us
Polish off the bottle still
Anonymous in old age
Work day what a dull blade flow state
Take shape rotate
No taste open
Shut no case
Blow the whistle pork face
I've been having off days
Tucked in the crawl space
Shadow in the hall ways big bird
Small cage new level
No saves
Preparing for lift off like space camp
Bout to face this plant until I face plant
Life hit me in the nuts with a
Kick it threw from Christ's stance
Spewing the same rants
I'm truly a changed man
Ruining your day plans
This wasteland is so savage
I see it all cuz I poked
A hole through these rose glasses
I'm the phoenix that rose from it's own ashes
Like a soul passing as it rose from
A ghost out of a closed casket
An obstacle will get it's whole ass kicked
You better know I set a goal and
Then I John Doe toe tag ya
Rolling down the road in an old classic
Slower than molasses
Catching brain in my whip like Onassis
They slow the passage with the
Roads that they block
But, you can't break the broken whether
You hope to or not
There's power in the practice
We're not going to stop
Flowers in the attic, we've rose to the top
It's been an uphill climb
As I approach the summit
I'm just hoping that I overcome it
Time to go and fuck it
Broke as fuck and over budget
Moving slow and sluggish
Stemming from the thorns in my side
But I rose above it
Ducking what I'm told to covet
Son it's so seductive
And the strings attached they hold you
Up will just control the puppet
I ain't with that bullshit
Unless it's growing fungus broken up
Insult the stone as near my home in Suffolk
I analyze the circle in my photo bucket
Smoking dutches till I see the whole
Circumference like a golden compass
As for social justice
I picture blowing trumpets while the 54th
Civil War soldiers load their muskets
I picture Lincoln quoting Douglas
And hope to uplift
Like a tractor beam moving
Those UFO's abducted
So in closing here's a gem
I told my youngest:
"Set a goal and never slow til you're
Close enough to cobra clutch it"