Lyrics Agony - Emiar

Oh, my girl, I can't just wake up from the nightmare where my mind is stored
Please make me, make me, tear these shackles, can't just carry on
The demons lurking in my dreams till there is light no more
And pushing-pushing me again
I'm dying, bye, so long

It's a disorder
I'm crossing the border
Between rap and the mortal
You'd better stop chortle
Because I'm coming closer
To your door so there's no warder
That's gonna sopite me
So bite me
I'm having it loose
A deuce came back
With a bag of 'kaboozes'
Throwing abuses at modern muses
So hide from my sight, or I'll put some bruises and drown your silly rap
Ain't doing it for money
Though I'm a fallout baby strapped for caps
It's funny, honey, I am obscene
I won't conceal it, I want Athene
Lying in every position, I will
Fuck her roughly till she's weeping for real
Dishearten and kneeled to smother the squeal
Among demons I'm not like others
So don't try to constrain me brother
I just woke up with the cage open
Alone and enraged, lock's broken
It's an omen I'm blessed
So time has come to do what I do best
Grab my devices and a bag of opium
Gimme Cara Delevingne, like a doll in a box I'll cut it open
I'll bend her in poses that you've never seen
In minute she'll be calling me omnipotent
Girl's leaning so mean and praying for bliss
I give her a kiss and tear up the clothes
Miss looks like a rose in provocative pose
She's wet and arose, keep asking for dose
Wants to be spoken to in a gross manner
I make a lesbian believe in a Big Ben
And it doesn't matter
If my part is over - I waste time
Chitter-chatter
And one more syllable rhyme to fit in a letter

Oh, my girl, I can't just wake up from the nightmare where my mind is stored
Please make me, make me, tear these shackles, can't just carry on
The demons lurking in my dreams till there is light no more
And pushing-pushing me again
I'm dying, bye, so long

Callous machine, drawing obscene scenes
Writing poems for the girl named Athene
Since, you were sixteen but queen's gonna suffer
Believe me I'll picture a scene
Forsaking the vow
Of banning napalm
I'm truculent being
So take a nap after I sing devotion
Because with a single motion I release the cock
And liberate the ocean of fury and hate
Killing critics, so keep increasing the fire rate
I'll be laughing like Joker
I'm not a poser I'd kill every single despot if I could
To climb up the mountain and look at the world full of anarchy
Ain't doing it for good, I call it
Art I keep painting it red
Gives me smile on my face and peace in the head
Let's be honest he's a vessel
Keep obsessing with a phantom
But we gather momentum
To finally choke the super-ego
The shit is not random
Abandon idea of having fandom
Or legacy - seldom seen, soon forgotten
Call it anthem for the sick and rotten
It doesn't matter, you won't Make it till top
It's modern hip-hop
That lives in little houses and big shacks
Fuck 'em right, we're gonna burn em
Cut 'em down and serve em
On the table, yeah, right
Where is your pen and paper
I'm bout to write a new fable
About a king and his last feast
And the devils he's obsessed with
Because this is how bless feels

Oh, my girl, I can't just wake up from the nightmare where my mind is stored
Please make me, make me, tear these shackles, can't just carry on
The demons lurking in my dreams till there is light no more
And pushing-pushing me again
I'm dying, bye, so long