Jakprogresso - Gut Bomb

★ Intro ★
Midnight encounter
Beetle magnet star
Fever and bird wings
Bitter taste
Brutal love
Vegetable silence
Invisible radiation
Death of victory
Hit the sedatives
Write scripts
Like clinician hands
Kitchen lightswitch, click
Dim the lamp
Holding a rainbow of pills
Split in halves
I kill metabolites
Finger dip in bags
Silver white powder pinch

★ Verse 1 ★
Non-restrictive gag
Living oxide
Skinless man
On half life
Of liber-tabs
Coughing double-bond
Ion channel
To bubble chlorides and fire neurons
I'm boasting disorders
Sadly I'm drowning in emotions
Salty ocean
Choking on water
I fight cravings with crucified boredom
Scribbling notes in the corner
And rape a crystalbluff-Madonna's throat
And the daughter
"I'm dope" he said with a syringe
Singed -- and soul full of torture
Plus I burned down his boarding school
For poet supporters
Underground, with thorn bush
Root system wreaths
Dying sun and black roses for borders
Roofied a dizzy bitch
-- heated spear tip
Sedated Thorazine syrup
Isolated and Jesus-bearded
Free the weirdness
Beats, with my idolaters
And whoremongers, high as fuck
Peeping lyrics
Behind my eyes is empty
Like pre-6-month fetus spirit
If you've never tripped
-- outside the box, then you need to hear this
IV leaking zetacrit
Ghost in the ER
Where my methadone peers sit
I'm real sick

★ Hook ★ x2
Come on, Jak
Get the hell up
And try to change yourself
Get a role model
Keep making music
Try to make em sell
Give it all up
Earth is the same as hell
Look at the doorframe
And be positive
And hang yourself

★ Verse 2 ★
In bloom, I'm a beautiful black dead flower
Wilted in meadow dens
Hello friends
I soak tears with rags
Of a renaissance
Lining still sticking to souls of a fellow men
I may be happily depressed
Gut feeling dead
I bellow stench
While you purposely shout out the opposite
Of what the, other fellow says
To feel different
Stuck in the herd of sheep-made manifesto trends
I kill, all of my chamber-maids
A sadness blanket caresses my arms
In love with a razor blade
Bleeding, pleading to the notebook
To take the pain away
Tryna look at the bright minus the mo(u)rning
In wake of day
Your king polishes bracelet chains
Ornamented in the latest craze
I'm a Pagan, your god created strange
I'm a god who cries to show you proof
I created rain
I'm not afraid to change
Hauntingly, my ghost just hangs in frame
Like a household suicide
Of a battered wife lynched
With a naval vane
No note or paper taped to the doorway for fame
If they all love me, does it mean I'm famous
Or just a human grain
Linking along the snake body of the paperchase
Don't talk about who you hate
Save your face
My friends in my head, they tell me things
Look at your idol, that's like a woman's genitals
With teeth that swallow everything
(Mary/Merry) King's dress rehearsal MC's
Performing mating dances, showing off belly rings

★ Hook ★ x2
Come on, Jak
Get the hell up
And try to change yourself
Get a role model
Keep making music
Try to make em sell
Give it all up
Earth is the same as hell
Look at the doorframe
And be positive
And hang yourself