CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Mind To Metal
Perfect with impermanence
Purge it with different versions
sh*t, I verge into a resurgence
Of workers who wouldn't scourge with it
Rap like an avalanche, rattles that smash a mountain pass
Dismantle every channel with vowels that crack the aux cord jack
Like
Mind to metal I pedal harder
Lamenter martyr for the desperate farmers
Who sell their prized possessions to reap a harvest
Just a freak who harnessed her deep and darkest
Feelings to feel apart of the regal art of speech
Relief in part is a beast of burden
I'm frequent hurting but leave the urge to leave deserted
In fields to anneal, real dirt to leave earth and bring birth
To art forms, I'm mic born, the ninth form of matter
A creature badder then either adder or evil satyr
Meaner then mouth breathers in eighties slashers
Afraid the latter has leaned on crazy laughter
For making actors seem like dangerous masters of late
I'm after it, great, but rather than wait I'm
Back in the place, packaging brains with hazardous waste
Practically making Lazarus saint with disastrous haste
You have to explain the lack of a strain of thought
To Bonaparte, I hold his heart in close regard
And though it's hard I know in part the closing arch
Will show the mark of a story in charge
Of recording my life in a boring regard
Purge it with different versions
sh*t, I verge into a resurgence
Of workers who wouldn't scourge with it
Rap like an avalanche, rattles that smash a mountain pass
Dismantle every channel with vowels that crack the aux cord jack
Like
Mind to metal I pedal harder
Lamenter martyr for the desperate farmers
Who sell their prized possessions to reap a harvest
Just a freak who harnessed her deep and darkest
Feelings to feel apart of the regal art of speech
Relief in part is a beast of burden
I'm frequent hurting but leave the urge to leave deserted
In fields to anneal, real dirt to leave earth and bring birth
To art forms, I'm mic born, the ninth form of matter
A creature badder then either adder or evil satyr
Meaner then mouth breathers in eighties slashers
Afraid the latter has leaned on crazy laughter
For making actors seem like dangerous masters of late
I'm after it, great, but rather than wait I'm
Back in the place, packaging brains with hazardous waste
Practically making Lazarus saint with disastrous haste
You have to explain the lack of a strain of thought
To Bonaparte, I hold his heart in close regard
And though it's hard I know in part the closing arch
Will show the mark of a story in charge
Of recording my life in a boring regard
