M. Hostilis - The Sun

I eat shadows for breakfast
Cause madness is method
The how to the technique
The way I expect it
Hellhounds on leashes
Old enemies schemin
Holocaust demons
Wake me up screamin
Takin me back like
The time of the season
Rainbow clouds cause
I'm DMT trippin
Retinas twitchin from
Witnessin wisdom
Flying like arrows
With dangerous rhythm
Aimed at the soul and
It hits with precision
Money's the god that's
Creating your prison
I'm not the villain
I am delicious
I am the sun and
I am religion
You feelin this rhythm
I'll stack it like pigeons
Breakin down myths like
The Devil is crimson
Trippin on shrooms and
Eatin up bliss and
Devour these bitches
With all of the fixins

Growin them packs
And then hittin the streets
Had me hangin on hooks
Just like pieces of meat
Life isn't sweet when you're
Playin for keeps
On a streak that's for sheep
Leadin down underneath
Lost in my head cause
I did too much trippin
Fairies wear boots and
I gotta believe it
I'm knee deep in
Territorial pissings
My mental states are
Not even listed
Shit that I say quite
Often gets twisted
The Christians
Who quake at the sight
Of three sixes
Tell me repent but
I know they're just bitches
Wasting their breath while
I be out sinnin
And I'm never quittin
I keep the ball spinnin
I fall in a ditch
I still feel like I'm winnin
Me and The Devil walk
Side by side grinnin
The blues and the rhythm
The story I'm livin

Written by:
David Goldberg

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