Lyrics Catharsis - Gao the Arsonist
Start
the
catharsis
Two
types
of
cartridge
Strewn
across
the
carpet
One
for,
strictly
martyring
the
carcass
One
records
the
carnage
Satan
shaking
hands
for
the
concord
Grit
teeth
Arson
to
apartments
Horsemen
hard
to
harness
Reigns
frayed,
discard
it
Connoisseur
of,
visceral
bitterness
Business
isn't
getting
far
Mar
the
skin
over
arteries
with
a
blunt
sword
What
I
bought
a
blunt
for
Satisfied
by,
liquor,
gin
and
tonic
like
a
1 chord
Nah
Huh
Watch
his
body
contort
Back-stabbed
Lumberjack
axe
in
the
lumbar
Huh
Ultra-violence
and
I
often
consort
Adrenaline
is
pumping
like
the
pumps
on
a
dumb
whore
Strutting
in
a
button
up,
nothing
where
the
sun
don't
shine
Nose
dive,
intercom
in
a
calm
sort
of
way,
nigga
Yeah
(Start
the
catharsis)
Yeah
Matching
bars
to
the
face
a
bizarre
fit
Thinking
dark,
brain,
bathe
in
a
tar
pit
Niggas
pulling
strings
like
fingernails
is
guitar
picks
Flick
ash
in
they
gas
tank,
more
than
carsick
Licence
revoked
Vehicle
and
firearm
so
I
try
to
hide
my
knife
in
a
coat
Find
and
skin
the
snakes
in
the
grass
Writhing
like
they
python
and
cobra
See
eye
to
eye
and
then
don't,
fucking
bite
and
then
choke
My
vitality
closer
to
cyanide
than
a
Covert
operative
trying
bite
on
his
molar
Suffer
jeopardized
security
like
rights
of
the
voter
Fuck
your
clique,
I
diss
member
I'm
a
mine
to
a
soldier
This
isn't
Gao,
bitch,
know
that
you
invited
in
Koja
For
now,
Gao's
gone
so
ya'll
say
hello
to
Koja,
nigga
Stole
his
fucking
soul
and
slung
his
body
over
shoulder
Need
a
way
to
cage
my
thoughts
Just
like
you
frame
and
older
photo,
picture
Still
allowed
an
outlet,
nigga
mine
is
just
my
throat,
bitch
Listen,
I'll
give
you
clues
to
my
pseudonym
Gout
when
devouring
the
values
that
you
rooted
in
Gown
with
a
crucifix
so
spooky
don't
get
through
to
him
Gouge
out
his
eyes
to
watch
the
fool
shoot
at
the
hooligan
About
the
prior
riot,
it's
like
my
psyche
bi
partisan
Clinging
to
the
vile
just
like
a
junkie
tryna
part
with
xan
Try
direct
my
thoughts
but
cortisol
incites
a
modern
man's
violence
Zero
guidance,
rationale's
indictment's
surrogate
Excuse,
it's
like
there's
two
dudes
thinking:
a
killer
and
an
arsonist
Some
put
glass
to
lips
like
it's
the
mirror
of
a
narcissist
Some'll
slash
their
wrists
and
try
to
whittle
down
to
cartilage
Filter's
built
on
fractured
pillars,
sends
chills
through
spines
of
architects
Birthed
in
the
suburbs
so
they
claim
I'm
lacking
vertebrae
Ain't
talking
tough,
I
say
what
my
imagination
perpetrates
The
urge
to
wade
in
blood
and
murder
Surges
through
a
person's
veins
They
curse
the
curse
imbursement
Bitch,
make
sure
a
nigga
curse
the
day
he
born
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