Chorus - Everything, placed in my hands break, from the cradle to the stake it's a mass grave/, these figurines like, sand from a glass way they pass through my grasp & collapse on the path/, back onto ash
Verse I - Palm molded in the grip, holding a brick, exploding a clip, that's gon be exploring your bits/ notorious hits, floor you in your Ford Taurus then dip, on the skinny I'll pour you a drip/, shards sticking out my knuckles from a fit of rage tongue in a bitter state, sharper than a spinning blade/, winner takes all until they bait & switch dinner plates gorilla space, spread your limbs throughout the interstate/ to rid the taste, my ghost could step through any motion censor smoke detector the ocean trench, to the 4th dimension/, if things were up to me, I'd be in the lap of luxury, gold stashed under trees naps from the beach/ but instead I'll cut you free, from this life let your stomach bleed gut you real slow to catch you up to speed/, you'll have your ego shattered, skull fractured in an evil manner serve your dome piece on the evening platter/
Chorus - Everything, placed in my hands break, from the cradle to the stake it's a mass grave/, these figurines like, sand from a glass way they pass through my grasp & collapse on the path/, back onto ash
Everything placed in my hands break, from the cradle to the stake it's a mass grave/, these figurines like sand from a glass way they pass through my grasp & collapse onto ash, delicate as porcelain/
Verse II - Colder than a weathered soul humans are the obstacle but I'll leave you floating as a stepping stone/ boulder than the shoulders that the head is on, eyes dormant I'll erase all your life's moments when the weapon's drawn/ crime tape, stretched in all ways 'cept my crawl space decked in all-gray, the inspector brought waves/ questioned suspects down the checkered hallway, left in broad day cuz the eyewitness sketch was off-base/, what's with the gun threats & crews dying, let the buzz nest with brews when the sunsets & moonshines/, but once the blood sweat & blues dry, you'll become drenched with wounds when the flood executes lives/, broken glass in your open tabs, cursor poking scabs watch the blood trickle down your throat & gag/, I think I thirst anguish can't stop the nerves shaking, y'all feel uMaNg even if this ain't your first language/
Chorus - Everything, placed in my hands break, from the cradle to the stake it's a mass grave/, these figurines like, sand from a glass way they pass through my grasp & collapse on the path/, back onto ash
Everything placed in my hands break, from the cradle to the stake it's a mass grave/, these figurines like sand from a glass way they pass through my grasp & collapse onto ash, delicate as porcelain/
