Hear No Evil, See No Evil, Speak No Evil

aggressive emotional trap Rap, Southern Hip Hop Vocal Style: Male vocals, deep voice, spoken-word intro, slow rap verses, powerful sung chorus, male vocals

(Verse 1)
I’m clawing at my eardrums, trying to yank the vultures out,
Every whisper is a thunderclap, I’m drowning in the doubt.
The air is thick with serpents, yeah, they’re hissing in the vents,
Leaking poison in my psyche, making zero freaking sense.
I’m hearing ghosts of every failure, they’re screaming in the hall,
Like a thousand jagged fingernails scraping down the wall.
It’s a frequency of filth, it’s a broadcast from the basement,
Every "you ain't good enough" is looking for a placement.
I’m jamming glass inside the jack, I’m snapping off the cord,
I won't let the devil's static be the music I applaud.
My ears are bleeding silence, I’ve disconnected the feed,
If I can’t hear the monster roar, it can’t tell me how to bleed.
(Chorus)
I’m ghosting the devil, I’m cutting the line!
Got a holy kind of static messing with the design!
 Yeah, I’m changing the station,
Building a wall ‘round a new foundation!
You can scream at the ceiling, you can haunt the floor,
But the "evil" don't live in this house anymore!
(No, not anymore! No, not anymore!)
(Verse 2)
My retinas are searing, I’m staring at the sun,
Tryna burn away the images of everything I’ve done.
I see the rot inside the roses, I see the maggots in the gold,
I see the way the world decays and how the soul is sold.
It’s a panoramic nightmare, high-def and widescreen,
The most disgusting motion picture that I’ve ever seen.
I’m stitching up my eyelids with a rusty sewing needle,
To block the sight of every parasitic, gutless, evil-
Sucking leech that’s looking for a crack inside my skull,
I’m turning all the vibrant colors into something dull.
I’d rather walk in pitch black than witness one more crime,
I’m blinding out the darkness, one eyeball at a time.
(Chorus)
I’m ghosting the devil, I’m cutting the line!
Got a holy kind of static messing with the design!
Yeah, I’m changing the station,
Building a wall ‘round a new foundation!
You can scream at the ceiling, you can haunt the floor,
But the "evil" don't live in this house anymore!
(No, not anymore! No, not anymore!)
(Verse 3)
My throat is full of kerosene, I’m choking on the fumes,
Waiting for a single word to set fire to these rooms.
My tongue is a serrated blade, it’s itching for a fight,
But if I let it slip, I’m losing everything in sight.
I’m stitching up my lips with the wire from the fence,
I’ll stay a mute forever before I talk in past tense.
I won't give the demons oxygen, I won't give 'em a name,
I won't let my vocal cords provide the fuel for the flame.
I’m swallowing the venom till my stomach starts to churn,
I’d rather melt from the inside than watch my future burn.
The silence is a vacuum, it’s a pressure in my chest,
I’m burying the "evil" words and laying them to rest.
(Bridge)
I’m standing in the wreckage but I’m finally off the ledge,
I’m pushing every demon off the miserable edge!
You can’t infect a spirit that refuses to be fed,
I’m pulling out the wires and I’m ripping out the thread!
(I can’t hear it!) The sirens are silent, I’ve murdered the noise!
(I can’t see it!) The vision is gone and the darkness is void!
(I won’t speak it!) My voice is a weapon I’m keeping in check,
While I’m pulling the noose of the past off my neck!
I’m not a tragedy... I’m not a ghost... I’m not a slave...
I’m the one who survived... and I’m digging the grave...
FOR THE EVIL...
FOR THE EVIL...
NOT ANYMORE!
(Chorus)
I’m ghosting the devil, I’m cutting the line!
Got a holy kind of static messing with the design!
Yeah, I’m changing the station,
Building a wall ‘round a new foundation!
You can scream at the ceiling, you can haunt the floor,
But the "evil" don't live in this house anymore!
(No, not anymore! No, not anymore!)

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(Verse 1) I’m clawing at my eardrums, trying to yank the vultures out, Every whisper is a thunderclap, I’m drowning in the doubt. The air is thick with serpents, yeah, they’re hissing in the vents, Leaking poison in my psyche, making zero freaking sense. I’m hearing ghosts of every failure, they’re screaming in the hall, Like a thousand jagged fingernails scraping down the wall. It’s a frequency of filth, it’s a broadcast from the basement, Every "you ain't good enough" is looking for a placement. I’m jamming glass inside the jack, I’m snapping off the cord, I won't let the devil's static be the music I applaud. My ears are bleeding silence, I’ve disconnected the feed, If I can’t hear the monster roar, it can’t tell me how to bleed. (Chorus) I’m ghosting the devil, I’m cutting the line! Got a holy kind of static messing with the design! Yeah, I’m changing the station, Building a wall ‘round a new foundation! You can scream at the ceiling, you can haunt the floor, But the "evil" don't live in this house anymore! (No, not anymore! No, not anymore!) (Verse 2) My retinas are searing, I’m staring at the sun, Tryna burn away the images of everything I’ve done. I see the rot inside the roses, I see the maggots in the gold, I see the way the world decays and how the soul is sold. It’s a panoramic nightmare, high-def and widescreen, The most disgusting motion picture that I’ve ever seen. I’m stitching up my eyelids with a rusty sewing needle, To block the sight of every parasitic, gutless, evil- Sucking leech that’s looking for a crack inside my skull, I’m turning all the vibrant colors into something dull. I’d rather walk in pitch black than witness one more crime, I’m blinding out the darkness, one eyeball at a time. (Chorus) I’m ghosting the devil, I’m cutting the line! Got a holy kind of static messing with the design! Yeah, I’m changing the station, Building a wall ‘round a new foundation! You can scream at the ceiling, you can haunt the floor, But the "evil" don't live in this house anymore! (No, not anymore! No, not anymore!) (Verse 3) My throat is full of kerosene, I’m choking on the fumes, Waiting for a single word to set fire to these rooms. My tongue is a serrated blade, it’s itching for a fight, But if I let it slip, I’m losing everything in sight. I’m stitching up my lips with the wire from the fence, I’ll stay a mute forever before I talk in past tense. I won't give the demons oxygen, I won't give 'em a name, I won't let my vocal cords provide the fuel for the flame. I’m swallowing the venom till my stomach starts to churn, I’d rather melt from the inside than watch my future burn. The silence is a vacuum, it’s a pressure in my chest, I’m burying the "evil" words and laying them to rest. (Bridge) I’m standing in the wreckage but I’m finally off the ledge, I’m pushing every demon off the miserable edge! You can’t infect a spirit that refuses to be fed, I’m pulling out the wires and I’m ripping out the thread! (I can’t hear it!) The sirens are silent, I’ve murdered the noise! (I can’t see it!) The vision is gone and the darkness is void! (I won’t speak it!) My voice is a weapon I’m keeping in check, While I’m pulling the noose of the past off my neck! I’m not a tragedy... I’m not a ghost... I’m not a slave... I’m the one who survived... and I’m digging the grave... FOR THE EVIL... FOR THE EVIL... NOT ANYMORE! (Chorus) I’m ghosting the devil, I’m cutting the line! Got a holy kind of static messing with the design! Yeah, I’m changing the station, Building a wall ‘round a new foundation! You can scream at the ceiling, you can haunt the floor, But the "evil" don't live in this house anymore! (No, not anymore! No, not anymore!)

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