Sadistik, Terra Lopez - The Rabbithole lyrics
[Sadistik, Terra Lopez - The Rabbithole lyrics]
How far does this rabbit hole go?
Alice in a Blunderland, flammable soul
Animals roam and the catacomb slows
Searching for capital, searching for hope
Churning the sad into tangible goals
They’re burning their flags to
Adapt to the cold
Ration control, happiness sold
Eye-for-eye habit's, a cannibal cult
They feed me cyanide tablets
They breathe low at the sight of my panic
Heavy hearted, mind if I stab it?
Depths of my sanity, height of my madness
I’m on prescriptions, Iodine tablets
I don't trust the water
So why would I have it?
Jim Jones with the Kool-Aid, sip slow
Two faces, one slit throat
Animals pile in the ocean's of medicine
Alcohol vials Coke and the Mescaline
Antidote style, I smoke for adrenaline
And I don't smile, it exposes my skeleton
I got the soul of an elephant
Grieving the lost on a
Road that’s so desolate
Echoes are still resonant
The ghost of the Oedipus
And Dear God letters that I wrote
For the Hell of it you see the tendencies
For them, it’s to tend and cease, but not me
See, I can attend and get ten degrees
Attention-piqued, to ten ‘til
The tenure’s reached, but not me
Increase intensity
I’ll walk 'til the tendons cease, Achilles
I can walk to attend Dead Seas
And drown myself in it
Narcissus did it, give it any minute
I'll admit that I am just an artist
That's a part of this equation, huh?
Nah, I’m a part of this aphasia
I fucked myself, I’m so auto-nymphomania
I gotta make-up words
It’s getting harder to explain it but
The particles in my brain erupt
The pace is up
When I’m vulnerable and caught
Up in the mania
I’m in the cut off that Indica, inner-cuts
Never seem to cease and so I zip it shut
I’m on a 50, a milli, a milli grams
Enough so I’m not a killi, a killing them
I feel a million, I'm the villain I'm
Antagonistic, vicious obsidian
But so purple inspired
Circlin' tired in a circus attire
Bumbling bumble bee, worker for hire
Build prisons to live in
And churches for liars
Perfect environments to purchase desire
Selling their souls for which
Version is higher
Parents used to listen to that Earth
Wind and Fire
But, I like Cohen, bird on a wire
Moral compass is like, "Fuck it
I don’t need it"
If it bleeds, then it can die
And if it dies then I can eat it
That includes my inner demons
Platitudes and my secrets that I keep
Atlas with the clavicle, so creep
With me as I crawl through the hood, maniac
Lunatic, or just unimpressed
Yeah I've felt a hundred deaths
Facing all the greatest odds
But I’m in the hunt again
Pacing ‘til it makes me lost
Swell until I’m puffer fish
Razor in an aching jaw
Red all in my upper-lip
Take it with a grain of salt
Set it in the cut you left
Painting on the caveman walls
Sentences my lover said
I'll chase you down the rabbit hole
Until I lose my breath
Alice in a Blunderland, flammable soul
Animals roam and the catacomb slows
Searching for capital, searching for hope
Churning the sad into tangible goals
They’re burning their flags to
Adapt to the cold
Ration control, happiness sold
Eye-for-eye habit's, a cannibal cult
They feed me cyanide tablets
They breathe low at the sight of my panic
Heavy hearted, mind if I stab it?
Depths of my sanity, height of my madness
I’m on prescriptions, Iodine tablets
I don't trust the water
So why would I have it?
Jim Jones with the Kool-Aid, sip slow
Two faces, one slit throat
Animals pile in the ocean's of medicine
Alcohol vials Coke and the Mescaline
Antidote style, I smoke for adrenaline
And I don't smile, it exposes my skeleton
I got the soul of an elephant
Grieving the lost on a
Road that’s so desolate
Echoes are still resonant
The ghost of the Oedipus
And Dear God letters that I wrote
For the Hell of it you see the tendencies
For them, it’s to tend and cease, but not me
See, I can attend and get ten degrees
Attention-piqued, to ten ‘til
The tenure’s reached, but not me
Increase intensity
I’ll walk 'til the tendons cease, Achilles
I can walk to attend Dead Seas
And drown myself in it
Narcissus did it, give it any minute
I'll admit that I am just an artist
That's a part of this equation, huh?
Nah, I’m a part of this aphasia
I fucked myself, I’m so auto-nymphomania
I gotta make-up words
It’s getting harder to explain it but
The particles in my brain erupt
The pace is up
When I’m vulnerable and caught
Up in the mania
I’m in the cut off that Indica, inner-cuts
Never seem to cease and so I zip it shut
I’m on a 50, a milli, a milli grams
Enough so I’m not a killi, a killing them
I feel a million, I'm the villain I'm
Antagonistic, vicious obsidian
But so purple inspired
Circlin' tired in a circus attire
Bumbling bumble bee, worker for hire
Build prisons to live in
And churches for liars
Perfect environments to purchase desire
Selling their souls for which
Version is higher
Parents used to listen to that Earth
Wind and Fire
But, I like Cohen, bird on a wire
Moral compass is like, "Fuck it
I don’t need it"
If it bleeds, then it can die
And if it dies then I can eat it
That includes my inner demons
Platitudes and my secrets that I keep
Atlas with the clavicle, so creep
With me as I crawl through the hood, maniac
Lunatic, or just unimpressed
Yeah I've felt a hundred deaths
Facing all the greatest odds
But I’m in the hunt again
Pacing ‘til it makes me lost
Swell until I’m puffer fish
Razor in an aching jaw
Red all in my upper-lip
Take it with a grain of salt
Set it in the cut you left
Painting on the caveman walls
Sentences my lover said
I'll chase you down the rabbit hole
Until I lose my breath