Verse 1: GR3YWXLF

Dice roll for a cause then fight or flight on them odds,
Broken halo paving ways for powers swaying at large could,
all fall apart, if I don’t do right by discourse
This final advance I don’t fancy the thought
Just a saint, soul way below par,
State, thoughts above my pay grade and higher than stars,
What’s the first of your name if you never ever outlast?
Tell me really, what’s a crown to a god?
poisoned testament, so what’s your speech to these Psalms
What’s an aim without ideals or a hand to raise arms
There was never one direction it was 6 from the start,
a resting target if you’re ever caught, sleeping in war,
Really You should be alarmed
on my Finn and Jake battling and learning,
Demon blood sword wielding Time eternal,
burning like fire princess stoking flames throwing schemes up on the furnace,
In this maze lost in egress
What’s the meaning? What’s the meaning?
What’s a tapestry to sketches dissolved?
burning bridges, sunset staring in fog
What’s a dream without a nightmare to go and solve?
What’s a fence without that grass is always greener facade?
Planted roses, blossoming all beauty and thorns

Verse 2: Podgy Hodgy

What's the world look like when it's switched off?
What's the game look like when you press pause?
What's Icky to a brick?
What's a spliff to a wick?
Or the axiom of a failure to a lost cause?
What's stone to Medusa?
Bullies to losers
Mediocrity to Faluza
Tying up a noose get a boost till you dropping into something that seems so new it's confusing
Winning to losing
Bruh, what's picking to choosing?
Pick N Mix to a tube full of laces
All lives matter to races
Chance to complacency
What's a scream to a shout?
Or a God to a King?
Or a King to a pauper
Paupers to priests who condemn at the alter
Jobs to a stay at home layabout
Down and out talking bout bricks to the morter
Trees to a drink
PB to Marcy
Staying in sync or blood stains on a car seat
Peace to the army
Infact what's a mate to a man who's sick to death of him being so sarcy?
Stoke to Manny
Babysitters to a nanny
The unhinged cycle of abuse to a life where you start to feel happy
Poorly made beats to ones that sound crappy
Man's whats a world to a whisper
Bows and whimper
Life without you in the picture
ANYTHING TO ANYTHING

And before I assert dominance
This is my war cry amidst the apocalypse