the song is called the beast it s about feeling ugly i ve been whittling a niche a heart that s made of wood is feeling pitiful and sick so i m parting ways for good a minimal intent s on that could ve would ve should ve try to look up high if i mistook the miserable events i look up at the sky and i pry both my eyes open so i can decide if it s worth it just to try and this is what it s like when you fight all the nightmares to try to find some light there and hold it all in my hands and the parable is done ugly duckling swan dived into the barrel of a gun i spent my afternoons alone to stare into the sun to attract an opposite and go get married just for fun come undone predict another mental lapse screaming from the top of my lungs until the windows crack drinking all the vodka to hush all of my impulse that s seeking for the optimal buzz to get my limbs detached and i m a part of all the lies this she loves me not mentality makes gardens all divide the particle i hide is the iron in my blood i ll set fire to the sun until the waterfalls are dry father son and holy ghost bottled rum and lonely folks dance within the lines so they can swallow some and dosey doe i m so alone i ve been living in a vacant pit just another voodoo doll victim of relationships i studied every single eyelash on her little face and they look like venus flytraps i always knew i d meet a nice catch i didn t think that she would bite back so please fail me now you with the pitchfork hey bail me out man i act like a man i ac i just can t fight back when this greyscale surrounds me you say hello there i say it s hell here look at my face to find trace of swell years with my tongue in my cheek in spite of when i go to bite it so the blood is released i try to look inside me when i summon the beast to fight him so i guide him right under the sheets to hide it it s a violent thrill rhythm of a silent film cycle of the moon when it s hunt and release i might ve been sent to jail when i m dead set to fail i felt it coming the death sentence braille misery loves comforting and best friends prevail it s the beauty and the beast it s la bete et la belle please come and kill me with a bullet made of silver or a stake inside my chest so i can finally go to sleep when these lovely feelings are so cold it makes me shiver when it s breaking my defense so don t go crying over me then dream of another fortune that s not average sing with a little forked tongue like a basilisk these simple days of boredom are so cancerous seems like i might be sort of like a masochist i m so enamored by the swell marks breaking all the mirrors just to crawl out of my skin i m ester greenwood i ve been trapped inside a bell jar believing all the speeches from a charlatan again i got lectured on the matter that my topics are myopic non sequitur and scattered he uses big words complex with all the patterns but maybe it s for me and not you i formerly denounce my former self and form deformities conform to formations that were forced to form abnormally before i forfeit my fortress and forget my fortune i ll fortify so you can burn me at the stake tricyclics with an ssri just might fix this mix of intense hard times light gets dim when i get this dark side as time tic tic tics and excess stars die cause i m a monster in the flesh being haunted by the topics that i conjure with my breath this is how a death feels this is all that s left when there s nowhere else to run and you re caught inside the web of the beast  he who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man4
['abstract hip hop', 'seattle hip hop', 'underground rap']