Cult

See my rooms all I see now I stare at the ceiling and wonder if there's any point of competing
No bitch not your season, unless you mean autumn that clique steady falling so leave it to me
They crawling to I(eye) so I'm planting the (see)d dispersing my clones to get rid of this scene
They moving in unison sending my units in writing a eulogy last that they heard of em
Sip on that drink watch em drop like a cult
Why he so fucking cold think he made out of snow
Where to go when you see em and you all alone
Last thing you see before sending you home
Last thing you hear before last breath is gone
Last thing you feel fore you notice you're done
Last thing you hear before last breath is gone
Last thing you feel fore you notice you're done

Look at my eyes seems they really can't tell I don't fuck with them, make em dispel
Watch em choke on their spit and the shit that they drop, know this shit really will not end well
I'm on the road to the top with my foot on your head and you're fucked if you think that i'll stop

Look at my eyes seems they really can't tell I don't fuck with them, make em dispel
Watch em choke on their spit and the shit that they drop, know this shit really will not end well
I'm on the road to the top with my foot on your head and you're fucked if you think that i'll stop