Unstable Conscience

A lyricist without a screw to catch a flow when it's loose

With a connection for my brain to pick words to pursue

I caught my demons drinking the juice from my brain's tree of fruit

Near the devil's sweet poison, while he's on the hot pursuit

On the chase to find tools to re-do an operation test

On my cells, from the hell that exposed me with stress

In my head, that's like an chamber, tearing thru flesh

From human bodies 'til they're forced to feel the wrath of death

Pain is quick to strike a brain when the devil's finger snaps

Building anger with lyrics, before I be the next to snap

Screw the world cause I'm broken in this curse of a nation

Body's begging me to die, while it builds irritation