I Had A Dream I Didn't Have Eyes (feat. JBRD & aBnormal joY)

Verse 1 (Krosst Out)

I Had a dream I didn't have eyes

Looked at my reflection, could not recognize

The man that I've become

It's like I'm a disguise

Either I'm lost, or nothing is alright

God is not coming, there is no sign

Everything you know is a fucking lie

Everything you know is a fucking lie

Everything you know is a fucking lie

Chorus

Born beautiful, died ugly

Born beautiful, died ugly

Born beautiful, died ugly

Born beautiful, died ugly

Verse 2 (LIFEOFTHOM)

Everything a ever bliss, on point like an obelisk

My joint is condiment like turmeric

Sipping tonics in exuberance, fuck the foolishness

Too smart for the snazz and Jass

Too artsy to carve out the gas mask

The carbon fuel got a sharp gas

Imma breath in, got sleep in it

Gotta bleed in it

Got to much soul like a sock with a hole

93 air max, suppose

Imma cyber punk with a cyclone stabbing cyborgs with a iPhone

Imma flank down from the outpost, get em from the back with a tight rope like...

Chorus

Born beautiful, died ugly

Born beautiful, died ugly

Born beautiful, died ugly

Born beautiful, died ugly

Verse 3 (aBnormal joY)

FUCK! (What?)

No reason

It’s just my hopes depleting

I’m told there’s broken pieces

Of my soul thru-owt the seasons

(can’t get me to-*gasp*)

Barely breathing

My homes above the ceiling

This world so unappealing

My skull where I’m retreating (Let it begin)

AGH

BE CAUTIOUS

THEY FALL WHEN THEY COME KNOCKING

HATE TALKS, AND IM THE PROSPECT

TRYNA GET UNINVOLVED WITH

MY THOUGHTS, DONT KNOW WHAT CAUSED THEM

LOOKIE HOW I RESOLVE THEM

ONE PIECE, 6 LEAD, REVOLVE THEM

MEET DEATH, SPENT YEARS STR8 DODGIN, AH!

Chorus

Born beautiful, died ugly

Born beautiful, died ugly

Born beautiful, died ugly

Born beautiful, died ugly

Verse 4 (Krosst Out)

I've been waking up tryna find my eyes

Dear God where the fuck am I? (Oh my God)

I'm fucking blind

Jesus Christ

When you don't believe in anything that's when you come alive

Free your mind

Nothing matters, that's the point

When I said I had a dream I didn't have eyes I didn't lie

It's the end of the world I dressed up

To the nines, suit and tie, just to die

Turn this concert hall to a mortuary

Of course the floorboards host the buried like the catacombs out in Paris

No I'm serious this armageddon, all chaos, not copacetic

Ha!

Outro

Nothing is pure...

But I believe in you