Cult of Hastur

This time it feels different All of the wisdom in me not enough, I feel ignorant Mind on a mission To master myself and my knowledge, I paid the tuition All of you bitches seem very intent, very venomous Don't know your motives, but you seem like snitches That reptilian energy, y'all got me bitter, B I do not trust you, y'all are some busters, I was tryna catch a vibe I could see the answer with my eyes, teacher straight denied it, man, he lied The shimmer of novelty losing its luster, watching my own passion die I can see the cancer in disguise, leeches taking time to bleed me dry Light the fires for sacrifice and bend the knee Rising in spires of blood and ice to set them free "That is not dead which can eternal lie... And with strange aeons, even death may die" At every turn, I get undercut Your language depicting an underworld Not even the vilest of beings could survive I am the one that you demonize Label me savage, cynically, you're following deities Shrouded in mystery Underground channeling energies unknown to thee I will illuminate prophecy Have you ever seen souls leave their bodies? Through cleansing of ego, admonishment? All for the sins of the son and the father They will meet their predominance The way things have always transpired It seems dissonance will win out over consonance I can hear guttural, demonic voices echoing out This is the consequence My outlook was so positive But these niggas could not bear to see me strong Froze up on me before too long All the rhetoric claiming I don't belong Compounding on previous years of experience I could see it all along Too much bullshit to put in a song Tell me why depression rarely steers me wrong? Regressing, reforming, resetting, beat death, an attempt to become an immortal Aye, confession, I'm tempted to torment these pests that I see through my portal It's not even normal May have a soul but it's blackened and callous to all of your sickening morals I was just seeking a morsel Not to flounder like a dorsal, it feels so deplorable, aye I witnessed the horror Human emotion has proven itself to be torture I could have told my own fortune Played myself again because I thought I could pretend To fit in anywhere in my entire life But lo and behold I have no place to call my own and it's a hitch So all I can do is turn to kush and Continue pushing through the mental mush I find myself dealing with But you wanna deny me healing, you evil bitch