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Lowkeylucifer
She opens up her eyes, her mind is now awake
But her body's shut down, can she even feel her face?
Hope we didn't dose extra, 'cause that'd be a fucking waste
Morphine in their systems, withdraw blood and have a fucking taste
One, two, three, family members on the couch
Father, mother, son, taped up all around their mouth
Two dark figures, one dark room
Two dim lights, what's the next move?
Don't fight back 'cause you'll only make it worse
Put the needles in their arms, you won't even feel it hurt
Bloodstream flows, make sure the veins don't burst
If the plan goes wrong, then we put 'em in the dirt
Concentrated energy, it has no place to go
Your muscles feel numb, but you feel it in your bones
Constant pain and agony, this feeling is unknown
The soul wants to shut down, but it cannot go home
Shut the fuck up, listen, or that single chance you're missing
I will cut through that rope, you got one chance at living
Boarded up windows, locks on the doors too
Better run, better hide, 'cause we're hunting for you (Gore Street)
Don't waste any serum, must be so exact
Inject with the fluid, then it's hack and slash
I can't feel my face, but it ain't so bad
The urge to make you leak makes it worth the trash
I'm the type of motherfucker, get you skinned for cash
Put that bitch boy on the ground and make this night his last
The fluid hyping up these bitches but I stay relaxed
When that shit's all gone, I'm on the dark web and I'm typing fast
Ugh, bind, gag, and terrorise, let the needle penetrate your thighs
Open up, I wanna see what's inside, torment 'til the end of your life
A family of three, they running from me, they running from lamb too
You say that my moral code is bad, but nobody fuckin' asked you
Belt around my arm time to pin adrenaline
Poke, deep within, make sure that you penetrate the skin
As you grow sickly, your shell gets more thin
When you're in this frenzy house, there ain't much chance to live