[Intro] (yeah) Hands cold Mind rotten Let’s go [Verse 1] Step in the cellar, I sever the tether to heaven, I’m clever, I’m carving a letter in leather and letting it bleed slow Venom embedded, I’m better beheaded, I bet that you beg for a breath when I press on your neck and I breathe cold Carnage in closets, I’m chronic, chaotic, a caustic psychotic, I’m cutting the cross from your cheap gold Talking in tongues, I’m toxic, I’m tossing a torso inside of the tub while I text from a prepaid phone Click, clack, kidnap, mismatch, big gash, rib crack, limbs stacked, gift-wrapped, zip bag, pitch black, zip that, bitch back, get gone Brain glitch, I’m a stained script in a cage, twitch, on the same trip where your fate splits when I twist bones Face stitched with a snake hiss, when the blade kiss, then the pain hits, you can taste this in your thick throat I’m the saint’s glitch, I’m the main switch, in the basement with a paint kit full of blame and a big rope Pentagrams drawn in a planner, I’m planning to panic your pastor with patterns I plaster in pig’s blood Every line layered with lasers of hatred, I lace it in Latin and laugh as you look at the ink run I don’t give a fuck ‘bout a scene or a stream, I’m obscene, off beam, where the spleen and the teeth touch Every sixteen feel mean, guillotine in the dream, when I scream, cut clean, make the screen freeze, deep cut [Chorus] Welcome to the basement of my brain (get in) Every little shadow knows your name (they know) Laughing while I bathe in your complaints (shut up) This that fucked up love for the pain (for the pain) Creeping where the daylight never came (never) Smiling when the inside turns to flame (burn) Pray, but all your angels came too late (too late) Welcome to the basement of my brain (my brain) [Verse 2] Teeth in a teacup, tongues in a toolbox, too locked, two clocks tick in a true box Two shots, new thoughts drip in the boombox, room talks, blue chalk scripts on the moonwalk I’m a glitch in the scripture, I rip through the ritual, vivid and vicious, I’m splitting your visual Minimal principle, pinnacle criminal, syllables cynical, clinical, killing you literal Drag you through the hallway, wall say “go,” scrawled in a small gray glow from the phone light Cat scan can’t map that, my brain’s black graph gap, crash land, bad laughs in the cold night Backpack packed with a hacksaw, mask off, last cough, cast off on the floor tiles Black mass broadcast from a cracked app, mad wrath, slash paths in your short life Bar for bar, I’m arsenic, art in the carcass, heartless, carving the harshest scars Mark the carpet, dark apartments, arguments with the mirror ‘til the shards leave marks Fast rap, that snap in the synapse, syntax intact, impact like a swing ax In fact, I bend tracks, skin cracks with the ink splats, intact while your chin snaps Internet image of wickedness, infinite sentences, intricate emphasis Intimate menace, I’m in it, I’m venomous, picking a victim, I spin in my bitterness You are just food in a mood board, dude, I’m the root of the rude, I abuse norms I’ll reduce you to two words, “who’s yours?” when the news crew views what the room’s for [Chorus] Welcome to the basement of my brain (get in) Every little shadow knows your name (they know) Laughing while I bathe in your complaints (shut up) This that fucked up love for the pain (for the pain) Creeping where the daylight never came (never) Smiling when the inside turns to flame (burn) Pray, but all your angels
