Efftupp/chorus:

the crack in the levy's heavy waiting for a wash
slingshots ready yet we stand behind a god
funny how the damage doesn't lift with the fog
spit til it's gone, fist over palm, bomb
the crack in the levy's heavy waiting for a wash
slingshots ready yet we stand behind a god
funny how the damage doesn't lift with the fog
spit til it's gone, fist over palm, bomb

Talk-O-Destiny:

I'm the package that fell off the back of the truck
I would've been fine, but then it backed up
now I'm a piece of shit, a pile of bones in a bag of guts
with a patch of hair and blood gushing from some nasty cuts
walking off a gunshot, sleeping off a tumor
cauterize so blood clots, believing fact of rumor
my owner saw a bad stitch, sent me to a thrift store
bought up a costume, every day I hate that bitch more
gather your allegiances, get those ducks in a row
submit the grievances, get ready for a fuck show
glass in my tires, crack in the windshield
lacking the reflex to ever stop or yield
Imma run your ass over while you're jogging on the shoulder
the wind's blowing hard and it's only getting colder
like your body temperature, as the sun goes down
and damaged fuckers like us roam this town

Hyphon:

roll the endo, run the risk
once this, blunt is lit
talk shit, tons of it
crimes we extoll and ones we commit
trying to find a happy wander ravaged path
throw the damn baby and water bastard bath
trying not to be shady to your daughter aftermath
I thought we'd lay before the slaughter, that was that


Efftupp/Chorus:

the crack in the levy's heavy waiting for a wash
slingshots ready yet we stand behind a god
funny how the damage doesn't lift with the fog
spit til it's gone, fist over palm, bomb
the crack in the levy's heavy waiting for a wash
slingshots ready yet we stand behind a god
funny how the damage doesn't lift with the fog
spit til it's gone, fist over palm, bomb

Th Mnmlst:

I used to care now i give a fuck less
your brain centered round negativity and stress
choking down preservatives like your body is gonna rot
just one car not a dent in the lot
I think about your shit everyday
difference between us is we got something to say
making sense from nothing broken in retrospect
a face in the game another member of the sect
or plot line broken in two parts damaged
load up on food for thought my brain is kinda famished
aimlessly running turning circles to squares
light the sky aurora see the solar flares
enemy of the world in the dark like shinobi
after the burial buried face down will they even know me
ink blots bleeding first name Rorschach,
brain waves the currents back in black

Efftupp:

the advantage of being stuck in your head is you can vanish
and manage the damage by saying that it ain't shit
while being alone can be a motherfucker, that's my bread n butter
not a cutter, cause I'm not a tween, know what I mean?
and I might grieve but I don't Grieves, I hold these
fists up to swing for my friends and family
I hold guilt, express hate cause I'm a hater
and damn proud, cause I don't taste your shitty flavor

Efftupp/Chorus:

the crack in the levy's heavy waiting for a wash
slingshots ready yet we stand behind a god
funny how the damage doesn't lift with the fog
spit til it's gone, fist over palm, bomb
the crack in the levy's heavy waiting for a wash
slingshots ready yet we stand behind a god
funny how the damage doesn't lift with the fog
spit til it's gone, fist over palm, bomb

Guess Prefontaine:

I been battered beaten and broke, knee deep to over my head
feel it and I’m screaming from throat I’m better dead
feeling tense from neck that’s tied to this rope already red handed
sinking and you won’t bring a boat is what he said
stand steady and stay silent submerging self within violent eyes
bottom dwell and randomize, existence minced and vaporized
sharp tongue consider it done in front what’s stated lies
fate of flies only survive in line inside of metal spine
spit shine deem clean to high beams
not steam you can’t see you hit me
so it seems fitting to avenge for how you snitch please
get me? scars and bars, along with ripped deeds
everything is falling apart, torn
tired but I'm still going strong, worn
face is quickly meeting the floor, warm
really never weather better damage than a storm

Efftupp:

I'm bout to occupy that ass bitch
if I fuck the world will it make me a sandwich?
or just fall asleep, cause I'm feeling kinda weak
like I just shot a skeet, if there's no heaven where the hell do we meet?
we don't, we only live once
and there is no I in team but there is a U in cunt (MOIST)
bad words, bad blood, it's whatever man
I may not be emo but I'm working on a severage plan

Efftupp/Chorus:

the crack in the levy's heavy waiting for a wash
slingshots ready yet we stand behind a god
funny how the damage doesn't lift with the fog
spit til it's gone, fist over palm, bomb
the crack in the levy's heavy waiting for a wash
slingshots ready yet we stand behind a god
funny how the damage doesn't lift with the fog
spit til it's gone, fist over palm, bomb