Trail of Destruction by SPINEKISSER Lyrics
Outlier in the streets
I be the king of frozen feats
Praising horrors with my palms
That pull the arching arteries
Plenty wishes to aversion
Sudden mace of blasphemy
From the crown atop my head
And down to soles below my feet
As I know I feel akin
To something I don't really see
Just a phantom of illusion
I would rather see you be
Amassing hate as I attain
The bouts of cold misanthropy
Selling words instead of thoughts
Annihilation side of me
Pull up, but don't leave me hanging along with the parasite time of the month
Choirs and symphonies just as I perish inside
With the snow when it blend with thе mud
Just the propane
I'm okay
I'm washing away like castaway
Knocking on wood that thе silence
Would never drip from the ceiling again
Knocking on wood that the silence
Would never drip from the ceiling again
Knocking on wood that the silence
Would never drip
Outlier in the streets
I be the king of frozen feats
Who the fuck is to blame when I be losing all off my sleep?
My mind like migraine
I aim beside the windowsill and I'm still
I think it's about midnight
And I might just find
Myself in a loop of extra sense
Started from nothing but fucking cents
But I let it all pass
Now I get to my cash
All unnecessary ways to spend that shit
Bet your ass that I leave it
Imma I let it stack
Stack up the blood
Stack up the motion that be in the mud
Gimme a hard time
Misfit, slit bitch
We get to the
Chainsaw gutsfuck
I be the cause of mayhem
Imma go hard as I see fit
Fuckers they all be throwing fits
Keeping a track of all of you suckers
Know that shit ain't your music
Sick to my stomach
Might be on the plague
Rather it be
That I be on a race
Race of the centuries
Plummeting down to abyss
Now I feel like I'm Hades
I be the king of frozen feats
Praising horrors with my palms
That pull the arching arteries
Plenty wishes to aversion
Sudden mace of blasphemy
From the crown atop my head
And down to soles below my feet
As I know I feel akin
To something I don't really see
Just a phantom of illusion
I would rather see you be
Amassing hate as I attain
The bouts of cold misanthropy
Selling words instead of thoughts
Annihilation side of me
Pull up, but don't leave me hanging along with the parasite time of the month
Choirs and symphonies just as I perish inside
With the snow when it blend with thе mud
Just the propane
I'm okay
I'm washing away like castaway
Knocking on wood that thе silence
Would never drip from the ceiling again
Knocking on wood that the silence
Would never drip from the ceiling again
Knocking on wood that the silence
Would never drip
Outlier in the streets
I be the king of frozen feats
Who the fuck is to blame when I be losing all off my sleep?
My mind like migraine
I aim beside the windowsill and I'm still
I think it's about midnight
And I might just find
Myself in a loop of extra sense
Started from nothing but fucking cents
But I let it all pass
Now I get to my cash
All unnecessary ways to spend that shit
Bet your ass that I leave it
Imma I let it stack
Stack up the blood
Stack up the motion that be in the mud
Gimme a hard time
Misfit, slit bitch
We get to the
Chainsaw gutsfuck
I be the cause of mayhem
Imma go hard as I see fit
Fuckers they all be throwing fits
Keeping a track of all of you suckers
Know that shit ain't your music
Sick to my stomach
Might be on the plague
Rather it be
That I be on a race
Race of the centuries
Plummeting down to abyss
Now I feel like I'm Hades