Raven (instrumental by Mors)

Tip me off the kilter
In the land of foreign bodies oh
Even if they catching me turning
Sniffing hella molly rolls

Holla back
And let it clap em down up in the pit hell
Roger back
And let it stack up on me I fucking wish em well

Ravens feast up on the flesh of my enemies
Like a psychics lesson I let em fade up in that entropy

Different breeds all bleed the same
I see my way up through this pain
I cease to name I leave I came
i see they weak and fucking lame

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This life is tragic
I'm Balancing the madness
Baddest of habits
Like ballet in traffic

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Sunless on the beat
I creep on like a centipede i
Summon scenic something
Silent swerving sentence on the bob and weave

Throw it in a bottle out to sea
This odyssey i don't believe it
Even if I did
Not like i'm fucking finding Jesus

Fucking finding peace I leave a trace for you to find
Fold ontop into boss I toss all up in the sky

Let 'em all come
Get em on the run with one shot
Two turn to none
Drop the sun now we all hot

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This life is tragic
I'm Balancing the madness
Baddest of habits
Like ballet in traffic

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Bloody hands
Grasping at my chance to fly
Coming up out in advance
Flooded muddy waters hoping that I die

Son of man
The sacrificial hologram starter
Fleeting never falter
Feeding in the feeling conquers me, ah

Reading ink
The feeling speaks i see between
Fiending frequently the feeling alters
As I seek the author of this dream

Off in deep spaces
Yeah load the matrix
Piece of me I faced it
Finally I take it

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This life is tragic
I'm Balancing the madness
Baddest of habits
Like ballet in traffic