Hagiology

from 8 by C.O.A.S.T.

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lyrics

im moving motions
in a flurry of an acquisition
they want me shipped off or dead
up inside of a prison
i love the feelings i get when the records are spinning
and the voices are screaming to relinquish my vision
i felt a vibe
now the calibrations are set in
through my third eye
see the people that faith in me
my pineals reading brail
i think its lost hope
i know my lyrics are cryptic
but to me its just a story told
how can i just unfold
the cemetarys waiting on me to deliver my soul
they came with bad news
so i shot him right dead in his throat
the messenger
slain by his predecessor
the predator

how can i be forgiven
the shames a stranglehold
the futures a distinguished affliction
i cleaning the dishes
so that these men can eat they own words
i know its viscous
the mass of studious apparitions
the cornea of the one who inspired the vision
the apprehension of the one that spoke the knowledge
illuminatis
I've been running to the light
and away from the darkness
its catching up to me
wheres the spark they've been speaking of?
i think i found it
as i drop a grain of me
inside this chalice
no love is made for me
reverse psyche
the flow of a masterpiece
maroon splatter
on the walls of hagiology
know that I'm made to fight
see red and i charge
when you're in my sight
and when you left it was made right
no mass production of the fantasys of you and i

be gone x6

feel like the war is over
casual casualties
the battlefield has stripped honor
the last man
with a pen and cigarette
digging the graves of the memories from days past
lose sight when you listen to the damn song
take flight on your dreams cause it takes heart