Inferno

(No!) It's The Buttress, the retarded artist (no!) AKA "The White Devil" (oh, God, no!) Sitting listening to crickets in the thicket, candyflipping I'm a wicked, disheveled, white devil I'm a wannabe phenomenology prodigy reveling in suffering through self-induced anxiety With drugs to try me My body is work, but imma pursue it Cause I'm ruder than Buddha Sip witches brew and get nude, giving 'tude to Judah Ain't nobody truer, get more enlightened with each stroke of lightning' If it's frightening, then Buttress say, "Do it!" Do I gotta read Ephesians to these heathens? Chapter 2 verse 8, "For by grace you have been saved, not by works, through faith" So don't grieve your reason, believe in what The Buttress speaking She say to make way to the diurnal Inferno Enter circles with Virgil, Mother Nature's infertile I burst forth from the abdomen of scorched earth The birth of a madwoman I'm an artist starving, static charges Exit fingertips through blue mist to touch lips and take trips I'm blunted like rubber tips Shipful of hits of acid taken in the past, but I'm still fucking blasted, classic I'm fucking dramatic (yo, where the fuck are we?) I don't think we passed it, keep going Trekking to Mecca, my internal vendetta Is to wreck my perspective, resurrect it We getting higher to die, purified through the fire Through trials I go, if I survive, take me to green isles Otherwise kiss my eyelids closed This is the road I chose, I roam alone (Rejected) I hate the way my vision's oscillating Guide no longer by my side, I'm too high Neglected, I sit waiting (reflecting)