[Intro]
Here lies the end...(x6)
[Verse 1: Mestizo]
Hunger for victory, no running, dodging wall
Changing angles, setting out for success
Maintaining a healthy balance of sophistication and barbaric hatred
Lose a battle boxing with God
I got knocked down, then lifted up
See, over here you don't need talent, only connection to blood and nerve
Searching no more, I could pick apart your hurt
Devour your weak spirit, spit out a perfect death
It’s always eatin' time, no calls for unrest
Sleep well, eat better, and battle until your bones disappear
Everyonе wants a little piece of Hеaven here
Leavin' Hell for me to deal with-- good thing I’m raised with demons and devils under the watchful eye of the king
Another cross to bear, these words serve as a purpose I can (?)
Watching wild wolves feast on dogs caught in snares
'Cause when it's feeding time, nothing tastes sweeter than the berries of revenge, yeah
[Chorus]
It lies the end(?)... (x4)
[Verse 2: Doseone]
I am now, and I stress: less
Coastal, less has-to-have, shattered carafe hopeful
Cast crafting the vast last resort of amassed vocals
Wait, that's still me? Wow
But, it's different now, I mean it
Like exposed bone, on fire homes, or enduring the difficult alone
As of late, fate feels so set-in-stone, so instead of the pen, I open the phone
What will the world lesson me? Rhetoric jeopardy? Rhetoric shopping, rhetoric jeopardy?
Oh, I get it, we all connect and beget mess
But I guess it is more technical... No? Yes? I digress
Last night I could have (?) death: tooth aching, I felt cold, impatient
I went to go close the window when a raven came in
It held a pen in its jaws, ox and poppy blossom in either claw
It was clear this bird was here to party
I'm sorry, did I say party? Not hardly -- I meant revenge
Maybe it was sent by an old friend whose fondness for me had come to an end? No...
The government, then? Or me, from the future?
But when? This is all getting intense, and very un-zen
Again, I'm alone with this raven, packing smack razor and pen
Like a post-post-post omen-en, very Cro-nen-en-en-en-berg
Growing more disturbed, this all starts to serve urge
And stir the curved bone in my heart that deserves words
And then it's all a sort of a blur
I know I coerced the pen from the bird and wrote what you just heard
And the rest kind of, like, explodes into night
Guess at some point, the raven took flight
I just... I just... I just hope I chose right
[Outro: Doseone & Mestizo]
I wouldn’t say I’m hearing voices
It's more vowel-style noises
Come from my many made choices
Nonetheless, they are powerful poisons
I wouldn’t say I'm hearing voices
It's more vowel-style noises
Come from my many made choices
Nonetheless, they are powerful poisons
I wouldn't say I’m hearing voices
It's more vowel-style noises
Come from my many made choices
Nonetheless, they are powerful poisons