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Thru The Walls

from Exmilitary by Death Grips



I'm coming through, thought you knew, fuck if you didn't, fuck you | Plutonium lore | What this is, what this for | Feel my fists push black holes | Through your bitch ass decor | Split it back like a whore and make you shit your fucking drawers | Scared to ride, cowards fall | Before my eyes, sound of my balls | Dragging like cannon loaded wagons | Drug by demons down your halls | Can't imagine whats fit to happen | When I get to flashing, see the small | Shrink to a fraction of what their lacking and less than that in no time at all | Can't believe they have the gaul | To try and act like they’re not trapped | Between these walls... bring it, bring it, bring it, kill it | Bring it, bring that shit heated | Sling it, bring back that shit - kill it | Sometimes feel like I'm close but never get there | NEVER GET THERE | Does it mean I'm a ghost if I'm still here? | WANNA LEAVE HERE and if I am why can't I just float through the walls? | THROUGH THE WALLS and if I can, were they even ever there at all? | NOT AT ALL | Too much time spent in the maze will drive you mad, I feel so bad | Been there so long I can't remember who I am, or where I stand | But in the end I guess I just don’t give a damn | Twist a gram and keep on sticking with the original plan | Fuck it man | Judge you no more than I wish to be judged | Even on the low | But I do know what you do not speak of | Don’t know but it shows | Try to hide but I see who you are because | I just know | Keep talking but you already said too much | There you go | How it is now's how it it always was | That’s on my blood | How it is now's how it it always was | That’s on my blood | Bring it, bring that shit heated | Sling it, bring back that shit - kill it | See my blood spill drip, by chances | Try to chill, quit, 'cuz I can't just slip into a zagthoth trance | Tongue hissing, serpent chants | Come again work it in, yeah just like that | We paint our insides black | As the shadows 'hind our flesh | And make all that we lack | The part of life that we forget | All praise due to the fact | That we've forgotten how to sweat it | Check it | Bring it | KILL IT | On everything I own | Swear would rather slit my throat and die on the run | Than be the one who ends up hangin' from that rope | Tied to the thumb of the man who comes to empty your pockets when you choke | Got to get that shit myself and get the fuck out of this game | Before I end up getting stuck with no one but myself to blame | All the way insane | Staring at the ceiling | In the dark | Trying not to let the feeling | Tear you apart | But the silence is buzzing and it won't stop | Tell yourself its almost over | But its not


from Exmilitary, released August 26, 2011


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