Airwaves - Onry Ozzborn

Bottom of my feet glow, I hover down the hallway

I’m exactly what you’ve always wanted all day

I’m Taylor Swift and Kendrick at the prom while Carrie’s locking up her mom

In the closet where she said her prayers wrong

If you’re fond of me, then do the James Fonda and not the Conda

That Barbarella sarsaparilla mantra that I taught ya

Then go and warn the others that taxi driver’s upon the---

The absence of color is here

It’s brighter than all of you fear

It’s not evil, not even weird

It’s in all of us, look in the mirror

I’m Kenevil’s cynic daughter of your planet buried

Loosely amongst the Yeezus-colored pussy

No merry-jerry bullies flavored murder

Barry White is para-flinch, your open heart

Cherry top the Bible, the fucking baddest

The black of nothingness, death something is no refrain

And a strains that would fray things where my idol lives

Something talking like Jesus wearing chains with no features

Glitch nails in your pockets, real man couldn’t reach this honor

The absence of color is here

It’s brighter than all of you fear

It’s not evil, not even weird

It’s in all of us, look in the mirror

Push you off a cliff cause you don’t jump to certain death

You believe that this is all you’ll ever have left

Sadly you’re mistaken taking everything for granted

And it will eat away at you from the inside out until you vanish

Being serious, we a problem, is incorporated

Moody grey and grey is moody, it’s not complicated

And walk amongst us daily with no prowess

So therefore we’ve become a bit more limey and calloused

That’s my analysis

Bitches run into the native plated

Dated Mexicans, no wait to keep the

I am not a beaner, brown

Frank the white in power

Bleeding from the guns

No better son to keep the raps in power