Soul Purge
๐ต 1938 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:00 duration
๐ ID: 2297546
๐ Lyrics
One night, sudden and coming right type
Spilled words and accents like blood from fright night,
End of the market day, fruit not ripe, that's getting
Thrown in the gutter, sleepers whisper sickness
Rappers get torn asunder with the quickness of lightning delay
They ain't see thunder
Rippin' out through the towns
But beneath the grounds
Under the deep
We lounge under the sound wobble
Travel and rupture
Unravel your structure
Feet cold, breakin' down
So bad under monster strength
Need no weapons, spit shells
Rappers, guitar stars
Only the strong survive
Get shaken, arise
If not start to be taken alive
You'll be taken alive
While your route to demise
While our weed smoke to new high and blue skies
The mind's eye never lies
Close your lust like god severed divine's highs
Nervous, twisted
Course enough and convoluted
Slightly edgy, messy
Caught in the net
Left to our own devices, these stores we collect
But after the soul purge we emerge from the depths
Yeah
Yo I stay livid
Brain withered and face grinning
Chase women race winnin' in this fake kingdom
Race to place faith in this base system
Stray pilgrim
Changing name 'til his fate gives in
Days spinnin', out of control
Time's speedin'
Mind's feeling for hope
But my life's bleeding
I write, read, and recite
Believe that despite freedom
That my life's leaving
Three times of the wind of this nice evening
I fight feelings
Dry feeling, my frail skin
My plight's flimsy
Like the tale of a fel king
Set sail to the blue yonder
For no return
Legs be failing, she's to wonder
If our souls should burn
I close the urn
Toes turned to the wind
Fools discern
These yokes are learning to sin
Hurl within crashed feelings
Of a lust lost
Lost city
That's believing that we must rot
()
Nervous, twisted
Course enough and convoluted
Slightly edgy, messy
Caught in the net
Left to our own devices, these stores we collect
But after the soul purge we emerge from the depths
Spilled words and accents like blood from fright night,
End of the market day, fruit not ripe, that's getting
Thrown in the gutter, sleepers whisper sickness
Rappers get torn asunder with the quickness of lightning delay
They ain't see thunder
Rippin' out through the towns
But beneath the grounds
Under the deep
We lounge under the sound wobble
Travel and rupture
Unravel your structure
Feet cold, breakin' down
So bad under monster strength
Need no weapons, spit shells
Rappers, guitar stars
Only the strong survive
Get shaken, arise
If not start to be taken alive
You'll be taken alive
While your route to demise
While our weed smoke to new high and blue skies
The mind's eye never lies
Close your lust like god severed divine's highs
Nervous, twisted
Course enough and convoluted
Slightly edgy, messy
Caught in the net
Left to our own devices, these stores we collect
But after the soul purge we emerge from the depths
Yeah
Yo I stay livid
Brain withered and face grinning
Chase women race winnin' in this fake kingdom
Race to place faith in this base system
Stray pilgrim
Changing name 'til his fate gives in
Days spinnin', out of control
Time's speedin'
Mind's feeling for hope
But my life's bleeding
I write, read, and recite
Believe that despite freedom
That my life's leaving
Three times of the wind of this nice evening
I fight feelings
Dry feeling, my frail skin
My plight's flimsy
Like the tale of a fel king
Set sail to the blue yonder
For no return
Legs be failing, she's to wonder
If our souls should burn
I close the urn
Toes turned to the wind
Fools discern
These yokes are learning to sin
Hurl within crashed feelings
Of a lust lost
Lost city
That's believing that we must rot
()
Nervous, twisted
Course enough and convoluted
Slightly edgy, messy
Caught in the net
Left to our own devices, these stores we collect
But after the soul purge we emerge from the depths
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:11.09] One night, sudden and coming right type
[00:13.79] Spilled words and accents like blood from fright night,
[00:16.42] End of the market day, fruit not ripe, that's getting
[00:19.13] Thrown in the gutter, sleepers whisper sickness
[00:21.98] Rappers get torn asunder with the quickness of lightning delay
[00:24.65] They ain't see thunder
[00:26.44] Rippin' out through the towns
[00:27.30] But beneath the grounds
[00:28.29] Under the deep
[00:29.12] We lounge under the sound wobble
[00:30.08] Travel and rupture
[00:30.95] Unravel your structure
[00:31.82] Feet cold, breakin' down
[00:33.61] So bad under monster strength
[00:36.42] Need no weapons, spit shells
[00:37.39] Rappers, guitar stars
[00:38.27] Only the strong survive
[00:40.05] Get shaken, arise
[00:41.84] If not start to be taken alive
[00:42.71] You'll be taken alive
[00:43.65] While your route to demise
[00:45.40] While our weed smoke to new high and blue skies
[00:49.08] The mind's eye never lies
[00:50.86] Close your lust like god severed divine's highs
[01:07.18] Nervous, twisted
[01:08.04] Course enough and convoluted
[01:09.88] Slightly edgy, messy
[01:10.72] Caught in the net
[01:12.55] Left to our own devices, these stores we collect
[01:14.37] But after the soul purge we emerge from the depths
[01:39.31] Yeah
[01:40.25] Yo I stay livid
[01:41.15] Brain withered and face grinning
[01:42.93] Chase women race winnin' in this fake kingdom
[01:45.68] Race to place faith in this base system
[01:48.34] Stray pilgrim
[01:49.29] Changing name 'til his fate gives in
[01:51.02] Days spinnin', out of control
[01:53.74] Time's speedin'
[01:54.78] Mind's feeling for hope
[01:55.65] But my life's bleeding
[01:57.43] I write, read, and recite
[01:58.33] Believe that despite freedom
[01:59.28] That my life's leaving
[02:00.15] Three times of the wind of this nice evening
[02:01.95] I fight feelings
[02:03.77] Dry feeling, my frail skin
[02:05.52] My plight's flimsy
[02:06.41] Like the tale of a fel king
[02:08.21] Set sail to the blue yonder
[02:10.04] For no return
[02:10.96] Legs be failing, she's to wonder
[02:11.82] If our souls should burn
[02:13.62] I close the urn
[02:14.63] Toes turned to the wind
[02:15.61] Fools discern
[02:17.47] These yokes are learning to sin
[02:19.23] Hurl within crashed feelings
[02:21.03] Of a lust lost
[02:22.03] Lost city
[02:23.08] That's believing that we must rot
[02:24.85] ()
[02:36.09] Nervous, twisted
[02:36.94] Course enough and convoluted
[02:38.79] Slightly edgy, messy
[02:39.67] Caught in the net
[02:41.48] Left to our own devices, these stores we collect
[02:44.18] But after the soul purge we emerge from the depths
[02:49.10]
[00:13.79] Spilled words and accents like blood from fright night,
[00:16.42] End of the market day, fruit not ripe, that's getting
[00:19.13] Thrown in the gutter, sleepers whisper sickness
[00:21.98] Rappers get torn asunder with the quickness of lightning delay
[00:24.65] They ain't see thunder
[00:26.44] Rippin' out through the towns
[00:27.30] But beneath the grounds
[00:28.29] Under the deep
[00:29.12] We lounge under the sound wobble
[00:30.08] Travel and rupture
[00:30.95] Unravel your structure
[00:31.82] Feet cold, breakin' down
[00:33.61] So bad under monster strength
[00:36.42] Need no weapons, spit shells
[00:37.39] Rappers, guitar stars
[00:38.27] Only the strong survive
[00:40.05] Get shaken, arise
[00:41.84] If not start to be taken alive
[00:42.71] You'll be taken alive
[00:43.65] While your route to demise
[00:45.40] While our weed smoke to new high and blue skies
[00:49.08] The mind's eye never lies
[00:50.86] Close your lust like god severed divine's highs
[01:07.18] Nervous, twisted
[01:08.04] Course enough and convoluted
[01:09.88] Slightly edgy, messy
[01:10.72] Caught in the net
[01:12.55] Left to our own devices, these stores we collect
[01:14.37] But after the soul purge we emerge from the depths
[01:39.31] Yeah
[01:40.25] Yo I stay livid
[01:41.15] Brain withered and face grinning
[01:42.93] Chase women race winnin' in this fake kingdom
[01:45.68] Race to place faith in this base system
[01:48.34] Stray pilgrim
[01:49.29] Changing name 'til his fate gives in
[01:51.02] Days spinnin', out of control
[01:53.74] Time's speedin'
[01:54.78] Mind's feeling for hope
[01:55.65] But my life's bleeding
[01:57.43] I write, read, and recite
[01:58.33] Believe that despite freedom
[01:59.28] That my life's leaving
[02:00.15] Three times of the wind of this nice evening
[02:01.95] I fight feelings
[02:03.77] Dry feeling, my frail skin
[02:05.52] My plight's flimsy
[02:06.41] Like the tale of a fel king
[02:08.21] Set sail to the blue yonder
[02:10.04] For no return
[02:10.96] Legs be failing, she's to wonder
[02:11.82] If our souls should burn
[02:13.62] I close the urn
[02:14.63] Toes turned to the wind
[02:15.61] Fools discern
[02:17.47] These yokes are learning to sin
[02:19.23] Hurl within crashed feelings
[02:21.03] Of a lust lost
[02:22.03] Lost city
[02:23.08] That's believing that we must rot
[02:24.85] ()
[02:36.09] Nervous, twisted
[02:36.94] Course enough and convoluted
[02:38.79] Slightly edgy, messy
[02:39.67] Caught in the net
[02:41.48] Left to our own devices, these stores we collect
[02:44.18] But after the soul purge we emerge from the depths
[02:49.10]