Document The Monster - Coaxial

I got 16 pens filled with ink that are ready to burst with blood

My writing is inscribed like hieroglyphics in the mud

Document the monster, my love… My love…

Daggertooth been fed the jagged truth no the data don’t compute,

no matter how I knew

The rumble in my chest contradicts Big Ben, sailed the bloodrivers with raft

And laughed at the serpents grin, sidewinding silhouettes scream in mockery

again

Meteorite metallic alchemy on the mic, if my hand cradles a century than time

won’t last

Following the footprints of the past, outcast ignore the advisory but don’t

crash

Pilot the turbulence avoiding illusion through self execution half of the

millipede

Was caught by the guillotine leaving five hundred legs left to be lifted

The journey it semi shifted these words tip-toe on the tongue of the damned

Street demons screaming for flesh cakes a warrior a headcase slight folk happy

as a joke

That bred beast of destruction as their only means to cope one hand on earth

And the other that’s on hope smashed together shattered and broken left with

anger

As the only emotion, as violent as the ocean, a state of mind spoke through

metaphoric reaction swimming in fear

Drowning in action

Local hysteria who bears the weight the flood or the flashgate

Hold my hand and be my crashmate gravitate my primate elevate the mindstate

I want to take you higher to another climate, the light is the only thing that

lies

Producing the image that’s displayed before our eyes ugly and irregular

Beauty in a world with no format natural and nothing else is like that

I co-exist with god and oxy moron that’s maybe rhetorical amphibious historical

Leak slime, meek grime whether it’s weak wine I still speak mine and keep time

in the meantime

Are you prepared to overdose on what’s left the thief in the night that stole

the milk

From mother’s breast candle wax jewel melting in the limelight with fools

It must be one of those cats man you know the non believers

An octopus in a heated ocean that’s gone mad with fever

Self destruction chemical balance disruption the libra’s lick tongues

The songs I know the words to have all been sung outlets tunnels of steam

Sundering skeletons speaking symphonic suddenly serious semi-robotic

The fuel used for rockets is burning my flesh, and I still haven’t come close

To reaching the moon yet, in orbit outside the atmosphere it seems

That tomorrows gone and today’s just a dream, demonic replicas eating away

Parasitic leprosy diminished the purpose of revival the focal point of the

broken past

Has hoisted the mass oblivious to the fact that they may crash, but battle

Beautifully for the scene is underrated consequences unanticipated

Though through thorough reconstruction I believe that euphoria is based upon

what you need

I practice social amputation dying to be the subject of your gossip circle

That makes my reputation, one heartless cadaver, two meaningless disasters

Capture the chain reaction in the reactor wind mill spirits whisper from cliffs

In high hum when the defaults are set when the wings drip wet inhale the single

proton

Os it the cold war or voltron what are you focused on is it this low carb energy

That’s adding to the ions