Ghost Of Poe Interlude by Kyle Spear [Artist] Lyrics
I.V
(So you bridged the gap you have in your track list by making a half-ass interlude, alright, let’s hear it..)
[VERSE 1]
Floating, an endless ocean is flowing, amid commotion, I’m stoic with no emotion, just knowing my soul is open to poetry, let it flow in me, vocally take a stroll on this holy beat, wholly open to poetry, Ghost Of Poe & I’m flowing deep..
Woke from coma, my skull it leaked, spoke in lower tones as the sleep for weeks had re-toned my speech, opened peepers, the pupils of each dilated by a light in the basement holding me, soul & body in colloquy, call it spirit morphology..
Obloquy an obvious option for me, how will they believe it was meant to be that I’m sent to leak from the lesions the doctor leaves in me, even in seeking prophets to talk to me I was left with the nausea & weakness, part of an author’s schema..
Wretched recitation of genius in harmony, part of a coterie of poets sharing their arteries, broken pieces of ego, id in action, it grows in me, Ghost Of Poe & I’m flowing deep!..
I.V
(Haha, Poe?, Poe?!, The Ghost Of Poe?, so what you’re trying to tell me is that you’re the resurrected Edgar Allen Poe, this fucking interlude is over, haha..)
[VERSE 2]
Floating, an endless ocean is flowing, amid commotion, I’m stoic with no emotion, just knowing my soul is open to poetry, let it flow in me, vocally take a stroll on this holy beat, wholly open to poetry, Ghost Of Poe & I’m flowing deep..
Note the stoma, my dome it bleeds, cold as shoulder bones of your queen when she gives you the silent treatment, reaping sown seeds in Eden, the fruit of evil, people tend to deceive you, soul & body uneven, equilibrium feeble..
Obloquy an obvious option for me, how will they believe I was heaven sent when I’m a demon?, I’m releasing my chakra peacefully, even in seeking profit, it’s costing me, I can lift the bar just by thinking it, telekinesis..
Destined desecration of cretins, they fall to me, god of another breed, I’m potent, sight of me is haunting, deep as a detuned B-note & sharper than tungsten needles be, Ghost Of Poe & I’m flowing deep!..
I.V
(So you really think you’re the Ghost Of Poe?, you think you’re the resurrected Edgar Allen?, c’mon, you’re not kidding anybody, who are you, who are you kidding?, just give it up, are you fucking listening to me?, hey!..)
(So you bridged the gap you have in your track list by making a half-ass interlude, alright, let’s hear it..)
[VERSE 1]
Floating, an endless ocean is flowing, amid commotion, I’m stoic with no emotion, just knowing my soul is open to poetry, let it flow in me, vocally take a stroll on this holy beat, wholly open to poetry, Ghost Of Poe & I’m flowing deep..
Woke from coma, my skull it leaked, spoke in lower tones as the sleep for weeks had re-toned my speech, opened peepers, the pupils of each dilated by a light in the basement holding me, soul & body in colloquy, call it spirit morphology..
Obloquy an obvious option for me, how will they believe it was meant to be that I’m sent to leak from the lesions the doctor leaves in me, even in seeking prophets to talk to me I was left with the nausea & weakness, part of an author’s schema..
Wretched recitation of genius in harmony, part of a coterie of poets sharing their arteries, broken pieces of ego, id in action, it grows in me, Ghost Of Poe & I’m flowing deep!..
I.V
(Haha, Poe?, Poe?!, The Ghost Of Poe?, so what you’re trying to tell me is that you’re the resurrected Edgar Allen Poe, this fucking interlude is over, haha..)
[VERSE 2]
Floating, an endless ocean is flowing, amid commotion, I’m stoic with no emotion, just knowing my soul is open to poetry, let it flow in me, vocally take a stroll on this holy beat, wholly open to poetry, Ghost Of Poe & I’m flowing deep..
Note the stoma, my dome it bleeds, cold as shoulder bones of your queen when she gives you the silent treatment, reaping sown seeds in Eden, the fruit of evil, people tend to deceive you, soul & body uneven, equilibrium feeble..
Obloquy an obvious option for me, how will they believe I was heaven sent when I’m a demon?, I’m releasing my chakra peacefully, even in seeking profit, it’s costing me, I can lift the bar just by thinking it, telekinesis..
Destined desecration of cretins, they fall to me, god of another breed, I’m potent, sight of me is haunting, deep as a detuned B-note & sharper than tungsten needles be, Ghost Of Poe & I’m flowing deep!..
I.V
(So you really think you’re the Ghost Of Poe?, you think you’re the resurrected Edgar Allen?, c’mon, you’re not kidding anybody, who are you, who are you kidding?, just give it up, are you fucking listening to me?, hey!..)