Godmode

Godmode Rainfall rainfall, come until the pain's gone Wash away the small-talk cutting me like chainsaws AWOL, change blue views with the cray pas Sketch it with crayons, embed it in chaos I'm better than they are make sure they all taste salt When they utter my name make 'em numb with licaine Migraine, lay up under my brain, why change When there's none in my lane, I reign while Drops fly down just to wash my crown Deluged when the god cries out, they choose To be moth-light bound, I knew my noose Was a tear-drop shape on a off-white clown Watch 'em grow into trees that I roll for relief When I smoke disappear then I'm gone in a blink All my spit turned to pearls then I broke it in pieces Take out my skull just to soak it in bleach All I ever wanted was the pain to appease I'm afraid All I got was a change of the seasons Make me believe in the phase of the beast I release when I trace it in cement and leave it The rain makes the leaves wet, buried under sea-level Stayed on the defense, wary of the she-devils Talks are so toxic I'm not interested I live in the underground walking with lepers Oxygen levels are nada persona non grata I author stigmata armadas of trauma I'll burn with the gods I'm a martyr Then turn it to Autumn Sonata, de nada De Sade on the Marquis, I'm dodging the harpies A part of me's lost so I follow the heartbeats If I'm made of water that comes from the rain Then the waves that I'm on are a part of my body Godmode Godmode Downpour, downpour tell me what you'd drown for Precipitate tears then I wait 'til the clouds form Monsoon weather they all flock together, same feather Peacock blue neon hue, freon grew Frostbitten bones tossed to the shore Talk to the ghosts when they knock on my door Got lost in the snow with a pocket of posie Posthumous flow from the god of the lonely Watch when he glows in the dark and the insects come Get stuck in the fishnet tongue, press luck 'til the kismet hums Kiss death when the lips left numb, on a voodoo doll When the pins get stuck and the pain wouldn't wane So I stayed in the grey with a misspent love Won't play their charades it's a dangerous game Two graves that I made while I rained on parades In the eye of the storm where the tides are enormous Ice on the shoulder the mind is a fortress Light from the smolder providing the warmth Why live by the pen rather die by the sword My god I'm lost in the height of the fog Time stops when it grinds to a halt Find what I lost, died on a cross, price of the alms Write highlights as a shrine for the gods, shine bright Like a light in a tunnel when I lie in the rubble They admire the struggle, I'm trapped in cocoons With the lightning and thunder that I hide in my jugular Providing my blood for the Draculas too Come die in the mud cut ties with the sun Only clouds come out when its time for the flood Ultraviolet flux, I decline in a flash Why define what is nothing when I am just ash Godmode Godmode