Sadistik - Lazarus lyrics

Either turn a blind eye
Or learn to climb high
Heights are bird’s-eye, pining birds cry
From pines opining the words I per-scribe
Combine the sight-seeing perched on birch I
Got burned on pyres heard the word to wise
Search the surface sure fit's are first
To die
All my personal ties-dyed by turpentine
Time to turn the tides
Tidals turned to fires
If I don’t earn my stripes I go serpentine
This is versifier versus verse for hire
I surf the current search where urchins hide
Describe the words so verdant averse to liars
In the lair layers-peeling earths design
Later pills appeal built purple skies
Way uphill & still felt immersified
Murdered like rehearsal it hurts to find
While we live in the gutter
They mimic each other
I’m gutted like fishes while fishing for love
And I give em the mud from
My limbs like a drug
They’re so limited, lemon on tongue
Heavy lead from my lungs
I’m a leper these leopards left
Steps on my stomach it’s never enough
I’m the Shepard you summoned
The sum of the efforts
Still some are for never
Let everything flush because nothings forever
You ever just tasted your
Blood? Maybe it’s rust
I’m erasing the touches you left on
My skeleton breaking the trust
Still defacing my days
While I’m facing the flood
I’m a raisin in suns, raising razors to cut
Cut aways to the rays in the summer
Arrays of the thunder I’d make
Just to savor the suffering
Chasing what was
We’re all made just to fade into dust

Fold my limbs up like origami
It makes it easy to store the body
Humor me & my morbid hobbies
They're made of carbons of course they copy
So they're zombies flow to heartbeats
Prose McCarthy, Murakami
Atheist spit's with form that’s godly
That ain’t for me G that’s for my Rottie
Be careful my crosshairs might
Come for your head
From here you look like a fly stuck in a web
I am so fabulous God in the flesh
I am so Lazarus summon the dead
I'm not one to play
I want the smoke and the hate
And I hope that you pray
Because I know that you won't get to wake
And you won't be so woke at your wake
I’m in my bag like Asami victims
Don’t say shit, who saw me vic em?
Tear through flesh like a Pardee picture
You’re scared I’m red like McCarthyism
Look at my scalp to see sixes aligned
These Judas’ smile while they’re
Gripping a knife
I’m know I’m a star so I give em my light
We’re passing each other like
Ships in the night