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Narcolepsy (feat. Sheisty Khrist)

from Good Morning Mourning by Scribbling Idiots

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lyrics

Verse: Sheisty Khrist
The Devil asked me what's my asking price,
Told me "after life there's no afterlife."
I laughed twice he laughed thrice,
One half of me the path of a geist, the other half ice.
You'd have to have a wife in Bath to math my half-life,
You'd have to fast and math the wrath to match my last life.
I ascertained it's like an acid in my brain,
like I'm sipping' a flask of acid rain mixed with aspartame.
My pain moves faster than Master Cane's master with a massive cane,
When mass is gained you amass again.
I mask my pain at mass where the pastors train,
A bastard praying so fast he could of passed a train.
The mind negates the nine gates, time waits for no man,
I'm listening to Tom Waits trying to make a snowman.
Don't want to go outside it's like I'm snowed in,
'Cause even with a winter coat the winter cold'll blow in.
Yeah! The winter cold'll blow wind,
The old men invented code that's "when it's cold you go in".
See what's a bold plan to an old man,
but a Old Gold can you can hold in both hands.
Sleeps the cousin, but deep guzzlin' keeps you buzzing,
Sheep run away when he sleeps so he keeps a dozen.
On the same nightstand where he keeps the 'Tussin,
He keeps tussling, weep in his sleep such a deep discussion.
The seasons don't die they merely change,
I'm clearly estranged from reality nearly deranged.
My prognosis is God coast the cosmoses,
When God's the closest God's ghost is God's gnosis.
See this is rain, snow, and hail,
I'ma reign so that Hell's soaked in rain, and snow, and hail.
The game's going frail,
In a Kangol and Shelltoes I came to tell you lames in the game to go hell.
(Wake up) And stop sleeping on me.

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from Good Morning Mourning, released April 29, 2016
Beat by Reflex the Architect
Lyrics by Sheisty Khrist

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