Material Girl Meets the Devil Pt. 3

[Verse 1: NAPPYNAPPA]
[Filling?] with bullshit, [thinking?] strangled the last bit of life left
Shimmering like a star, distant
Died before we ever conceived an idea
[Or a?] cry for [a friend?]
That being said, all things stay the simply veiled mask my face [from the problem?] [?]
Bullshit
Danced on top of the bodies under the sun
Forgetting faces as I move along the streets

[Bout a kid?] for the corners where the border is
Beginning an [?] [projected?] [?] [plan?]
[An?] actually living shed that said dance on mе
Dance on me
[Lay home?] and [?] morе complex then where they grass is greener
More simple then the inbetweeners
[Cross?] a collision, all fitted in it
The prophet's percentage (the prophet's percentage)

[Verse 2: Material Girl]
Last time I met the devil
It took the form of a challenge
When the world and the heavens
They asked me to break my silence
I held it all in my hand
Screaming so it notice me
Whole body spread
And I said it openly
Beware me
I was born on the ides of march
I was just an idle dog star
Waiting for a start
Did I not do enough
Could you not love me
Even when I bandaged all the spots that my blood leaks
Dissonance in my heart
When I think about my legacy
Time and time again
My life has tried to wrest the keys
From my hands
And I do what I can
I do what I can