Текст песни M. hostilis (Terminal) - Botanist

Cannabis consumption covers centuries of punction
And the people at the function are awash in petty gumption
This could mean somethin if I keep the blood pumpin
Tell em that that I'm whole, and it wasn't all for nothin
Cause I'm heated more than ever yet I'm seated in endeavors
And the lever on the wall is as tempting as ever

No more ghosts in this home that I own cause
Ima exorcise the demons then ill call in they loan
Phones ain't for spirits but I feel em in my skull
So I mull over thoughts as I wonder if I'm null
Pull out the meaning of my every though and cull
All the ones in my way, all the ones that are dull
Nobody expected me to be the literal
Esteemed high priest, with the greatest of the roles
Among the chosen few, with direction vertical
Its only up from here, no longer terminal

Thought that I was whole, but I wasn't really full
Felt the hunger creepin in, but couldn't spot sadistic pull
Fell into a hole, couldn't see the faintest light
I knew right away that this was gonna be a fight
A sport of death or life, russian roulette every night
When I pull the trigger, all I feel is my spite
I'm numb and out of fright, it's my personal plight

Winged soul, catch the gale
Lift the veil, perceptible
See the truth for all its worth
The indigo children all
Scrambling for raptured earth
Pump the brakes and stake it
Dump the fakes and say it
Let us have our day and
And I'm certain we can make it

Pillars under hatred
Break em and survey em
Find out how you feel how you do and just embrace em
Lace upon our faces
Widows stuck in stasis
Grief will paralyze, find a way to re-convey it
Tumble down my dashboard
Confession for the rash boys
This crash was no accident
And I decide the temperament
Manifesto imminent
Liminal and needin it
Criminal and feelin it
Crippled but I'm wheelin shit
And everyone is frightened
Cause I'm really kinda killin it
Spit the bit and swallow, don't despair, never wallow
Keep an eye behind, makin sure you ain't been followed
Shadows always chase and the streetlights are hollow
One eye in the past, as to fend off all the sorrow