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Virtue Rigamortis

from Phantom Limb by NAUTICULT

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lyrics

I aint no empath
I'm about to crack from the
weight of the world on my back
with a melancholy crack in my laugh
hah
my wingspan kickbacks
you got a mind made of knickknacks
riff raff amalgamation of earwax
crashland deadpan deathtraps
leave the future ransacked
treat this rap shit like a sex act
the way I fuck it up
whiplash crashland on earth
destroy everything on impact
destroy everything on impact
destroy everything on impact

virtue rigamortis
mind is porous
wear my name
like the eye of horus
history is corpses
spewing out of dead organs
eyes like deadwood
aint ready for adulthood
"are you depressed?"
does a Henry David Thoroue shit in the woods
breath only out of habit
as you de-solidify in my stomach acids
laboring apparatus
death is the flesh we inhabit
all heros micromanaged
still playin make believe
chemical imbalance
FUCK A STATUS
Our Slow breaths
inhale the planet
livin in a mode of detachment
WE DON'T COME IN PEACE
eyes like a gladiator
cerebral seventh chamber
stagnant waylayer
moment resuscitator
eyes racin till heart failure
in this mental incinerator
second nature
crusador born of hard labor
yall livin in a emulator
mental caper never saner
dirty sailor doomsayer
BITCH YOU AINT READY FOR THE
TERMINATOR
let it be your undertaker
frontal lope mutilator
throwin out haymakers
meet your maker
there aint no circuit breaker
you got a mind made of rice paper
these rhymes are a bowl of water
disolve into human behavior
dead soul for the slaughter
in search of safe harbor
it aint a question of morale
life isn't a bitch she's a femme fatale
I don't fuck with your style
like I'm abstinent
you beat up the pussy like a pacifist
projectile vomit lyrics
the way I release my sickness
my paramour transient
mom's love lost somewhere in
the medicine cabinet
a slave to mascaline venison
welcome to the sedative regimen
people are becoming phones
mecha like some neon genesis evangelion
rollin my fistacuffs
got you under my thumb
in the bedroom call me
Dr. Stranglove
that first picked
A list
Rule with an iron fist
I'm a wiseguy seppuku senpai
gemini golden eye over qualified
I got your fears memorized
try and keep supportive
mighty morphin
fight the bordeom
you dun opened up pandora
you can be sodom girl I can be gammorah

I aint no empath
my wingspan kickbacks
you got a mind made of knickknacks
as I zigzag synapse
riff raff amalgamation of earwax
crashland deadpan deathtraps
leave the future ransacked
treat this rap shit like a sex act
the way I fuck it up
whiplash crashland on earth
destroy everything on impact
destroy everything on impact

excessive means
sifted through recessive genes
numb to the golden mean
hoisted to the milking machine
until it's all besieged
craven of refraction
visages of vegetation
husbandry tactics
avarice compulsion
consciousness biochemical
sensory deprivation
information age
instant gratification
are you validated yet
how much dirty copper does it take to pay
off a dirty copper I found a chink in his armor
Squabbles between bobble head moms
And deadbeat fathers bleed inside there blue collars
IT'S THE MUSIC OF THE SPHERES
YOUR INSURANCE DOESN'T
COVER YOUR FUCKING NIGHTMARES

I'm a motley
foxy tsunami
artsy fartsy
I life of always saying sorry
got my enemies doing the Hari Kari
bitch your a triathalon of shit
a holy mammon bastion of
personal abandon
someday I hope they use my corpse as TOURIST ATTRACTION
break some rules
pay your dues let it bruise
howl at the moon
slip into thr sinews
birthed from a family fued
finish your worldviews
written by old dead white dudes
|Don't move
too much exertion
get into it like a surgion
body burnin
flesh of a sea urchin
keep death on my person
whirlwind channelin merlin
eyes made from metal merchants
pass to commercials
nervous system twerkin
surges of power cracklin on the epidermis
I aint no empath
my wingspan kickbacks
you got a mind made of knickknacks
as I zigzag synapse
riff raff amalgamation of earwax
crashland deadpan deathtraps
leave the future ransacked
treat this rap shit like a sex act
the way I fuck it up
whiplash crashland on earth
destroy everything on impact
destroy everything on impact

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from Phantom Limb, released January 15, 2017

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