Lyrics Artificial Death In the West - Death Grips

Artificial death in the west east
Pyramids on deck shine
Wet hair on her neck breathe
She shoot pussy through your chest you die
There was a artificial death in the west east
All pyramids on deck shine
Wet hair on her neck breathe
G-o-d she shoot pussy through your chest you die
I'm barely there I'm everywhere
Heavy thin air sahara mascara smeared end of an era
Tracks on Hera's peacock thighs china white skies ivory of my leper eyes
Tone of sighs off nylon lips
In fish net wet guise of gimp horizon slit bled like my wrist I suck it dry
Which nipples mine read the signs still can't decide
At your own risk at your own risk
Don't touch me bitch don't touch me bitch
Accustomed to these satin glitches drippin from my caskets inners
Charmer play me out the basket last image I saw was splintered
My reflection wasn't in it in slow motion I give in
Where you runnin now where you runnin now
Hopeless premonitions
Tomorrow didn't come some say its hiding but they're the ones who've hidden
Euphoria followed by visions of peasants eating pigeons
Where you runnin now where you runnin now
There was a artificial death in the west east
All pyramids on deck shine
Wet hair on her neck breathe
G-o-d she shoot pussy through your chest you die
Watching me watching me watch them watch me
Hole in this platinum ship of fools nomadic rule concept no rules
Mobile shrine of this destitute wasteland mute
Screaming at me winking at me like I love it
Fucking wit me fuck it
My star gate in a vacuum monitors eye view
This valley is an urn this valley I'm wading through
Feel like I'm chasing after me feel like dead weight in a sea of vaseline
All that can't be seen watching me watching me watch them watch me
Try not to dwell on my cell my empty shell shedding me
Artificial death in the west east
Pyramids on deck shine
No matter where I turn shut down shut down
Everyones a runaway where you runnin now
There was a artificial death in the west east
All pyramids on deck shine
Wet hair on her neck breathe
G-o-d she shoot pussy through your chest you die
Watching me watching me watch them watch me
There was a artificial death in the west east
All pyramids on deck shine
Wet hair on her neck breathe
G-o-d she shoot pussy through your chest you die