Lyrics Lights Low - Idylll

Make a st- make a st- make a statement
'Bout to change this place into my chambers
Ain't so safe then, now if you bang-a-rang
You'll whip round, backed by stainless
With rounds, have to change them, sit down, relax and escape this
It sounds like you're afraid of obliteration
We clack 'cause it changed us

No no more pacts, I'm 'bout to start releasin' from the traps
So solo strats, creep creep out the dark with treatments of a mask
Smoke a sack and we out here
Propping up these here kingdoms on the map
Gon' blow it back, yeah, we gon' share
Talking 'bout really frontin' bureaucrat

I'm lost in the madness, the son of a God
Or a devil or bitch, they can have it
I'm in the practice
So many shots gonna level the sad little sticks that they packing
I just sit back and
Some nobody drops on the pavement too quick, I don't catch it
Something like Cassius
So many thoughts 'bout the fate, I will get where the cash is
Need a new face, get it grafted

Creeping while you're sleeping
Cree- cree- creeping while you're sleeping
Trick or- trick or treating with my
Trick or treating with my lights low

Creeping while you're sleeping
Cree- cree- creeping while you're sleeping
Trick or- trick or treating with my
Trick or treating with my lights low

Cree- creeping while you're sleeping
Cree- cree- creeping while you're sleeping
Trick or- trick or treating with my
Trick or treating with my lights low

Creeping while you're sleeping
Cree- cree- creeping while you're sleeping
Trick or- trick or treating with my
Trick or treating with my lights low

They told me that you had gone totally insane
And that uh, that your methods were unsound
Are my methods unsound?
I don't see any method at all

Welcomin' all into darkness
Hop on aboard the new star whip, don't start shit
There's not enough targets
We snort the blood red dust like a Martian
Breakin' down bone and the cartilage

Sound the alarm, but don't call it
The profits still crawling, I mark it on intergalactical markets
Wouldn't be the first time in the ground
Back from the crypt of celestial entities
I thought I saw the light of death entering me
Keepin' the lights low only seems to worsen things

I don't know what I am seeing, I don't even care
When I just can't seem to release
No feedback's there beneath my eyelids, mane
It's fuckin' hopeless

Nothing to behold
I don't want to die
You'll leave me in the road
And I will let your soul

Evaporate, bitch
Ask about the motherfuckin' desecration
Sawing through my limbs to get through the gates again
We don't talk unless it's hatred
All of my flesh is so fucking tainted
Buried underneath
My fingers have clawed away until they're clean
To the bone, I shall exhume the souls of every being
There is no escaping the light

Your fragile frames will collapse
Molecular disintegration, ugh
Flee this reality
With the unforgiving void
I banish thy existence