seVen - Recorded - Instrumental by Mors

Running for the hills lift me up to heaven
Handful of pills - taking seven at a time...
Devil with the scepter and the serpents really work it
Really pulling down the curtain see the skeleton inside
 
To dazzle I destroy these shackles
Dabbling in liquid dragons  
No-no paddling
Suspicious why they tattling on me?
 
Twisted vision, no shadow  
And I am fathoms deep  
The phantom of fiction that rattles  
Everything I try and keep
 
Tip me off the kilter
Land of foreign bodies oh
Even if they catch me turning
Sniffing hella molly rolls
 
Holla back; Let it clap 'em  
Up and down the pit of hell
Like roger back; Let it stack up on me  
Yeah, I wish them well
 
Never listen what they telling him
Fell on in, feeling this
Walking out the crypt  
Heavy steel in my grip
 
Hold it heavy  
Only on it for a second then I split it  
Weapons of my system  
Hit so hard you know who fucking did it
 
Running for the hills lift me up to heaven
Handful of pills - taking seven at a time...
Devil with the scepter and the serpents really work it
Really pulling down the curtain see the skeleton inside
 
Skeleton inside electrocuting the meat
It's elective when I die, please bury me in the heat
I'm eclectic with the vibe transmitted upon the beat
I'm a beast on a grind and it's never enough
 
Letter to myself scrolling down the pages
Can I paint the pain away, price I'm paying  
Hard to say it harder to save it
Started bartering away my basic nature
 
Slaughter based in hatred not debated  
On my dirty slate and Imma slay it
 
Same for every single someone saying that I fake it
This ain't for those that make it
I make this for those who never escape  
From the darkness apart of me I can't forget
 
Running for the hills lift me up to heaven
Handful of pills - taking seven at a time...
Devil with the scepter and the serpents really work it
Really pulling down the curtain see the skeleton inside