Your Death Here

A marked body on the ground In white chalk Cyclops and a blind man In white socks I hit rock bottom Like a night rot Demons ruined me Like blood clot I don't stop till I drop To the tippy top Take your problems out Like a dump in a trash lot Take your fake facts React And vanish into sand This man Has been burned from this land Your death is here Your death is near Better steer away Better steer away I'm shifting fears I'm shifting gears I'm shifting fears I'm shifting gears To find a way Out of here Out of this Puzzled fear Hiss Freedom is on my prism Hiss Crazy Wormhole all that shit Fixing all this shit Making it all I'm getting