[bad word] through, thought you knew, [bad word] if you didn't, [bad word] you 
Plutonium lore 
What this is, what this for 
Feel my fists push black holes 
Through your [bad word] [bad word] decor 
Split it back like a [bad word] 
And make you [bad word] your [bad word] drawers 

Scared to ride, cowards fall 
Before my eyes, sound of my balls 
Dragging like cannon loaded wagons  [bad word] by demons down your halls 

Can't imagine whats fit to happen 
When I get to flashing, see the small 
Shrink to a fraction of what their lacking 
And less than that in no time at all. 
Can't believe they have the gaul 
To try and act like they’re not trapped 
Between these walls ... 

Bring it, bring it, bring it, kill it 

Bring it, bring that [bad word] heated 
Sling it, bring back that [bad word] - kill it 

Sometimes feel like I'm close but never get there 
NEVER GET THERE 
Does it mean I'm a ghost if I'm still here? 
WANNA LEAVE HERE 
And if I am why can't I just float through the walls? 
THROUGH THE WALLS 
And if I can, were they even ever there at all? 
NOT AT ALL 

Too much time spent in the maze will drive you mad, I feel so bad 
Been there so long I can't remember who I am, or where I stand 
But in the end I guess I just don’t give a [bad word] 
Twist a gram and keep on sticking with the original plan  [bad word] it man 

Judge you no more than I wish to be judged 
Even on the low 
But I do know what you do not speak of 
Don’t know but it shows 
Try to hide but I see who you are because 
I just know 
Keep talking but you already said too much 
There you go 

How it is now's how it it always was 
That’s on my blood 
How it is now's how it it always was 
That’s on my blood 

Bring it, bring that [bad word] heated 
Sling it, bring back that [bad word] - kill it 

See my blood spill drip, by chances 
Try to chill, quit, cuz I can't just slip into a zagthoth trance 
Tongue hissing, serpent chants [bad word] again work it in, yeah just like that 

We paint our insides black 
As the shadows 'hind our flesh 
And make all that we lack 
The part of life that we forget 
All praise due to the fact 
That we've forgotten how to sweat it 
Check it 
Bring it 
KILL IT 

On everything I own 
Swear would rather slit my throat and die on [bad word] 
Than be the one who ends up hangin from that rope 
Tied to the thumb of the man [bad word] to empty your pockets when you choke 
Got to get that [bad word] myself and get the [bad word] out of this game 
Before I end up getting stuck with no one but myself to blame 
All the way insane 

Staring at the ceiling 
In the dark 
Trying not to let the feeling 
Tear you apart 
But the silence is buzzing 
And it won't stop 
Tell yourself its almost over 
But its not