Skeletons made to swallow lies, inside of hollow eyes
Cloaked Apollo's light, greed's temptation to follow prize,
the loss adjacent, nature had taken its taste sense,
but the good assume it had been a mistaken misplacement,
while those above reap what they sew, so to keep up the show,
durin' daylight fuck which way's right, doze off and sleep without woe,
no skies stayed blue..but with this gray hue I got a tan still
why complain, we've got a great view on top this land fill...
watch a plan build, from foundation to sky tip,
then see it crumble to ash when facin' a lie slipped
the occasion can't hide it, either die or live in the now,
something stable cut short leads to incisions in vows
sliced artistic appendage, we wont have it be, a travesty,
throw away the latches key, how fitting for your Majesty,
Not somethin' I try to hide, when feeling pressed for time
then again I might die tonight before I crest my prime,
a thread thin with tension, mention it must be taylor made,
before you find each of your fists clenchin' a rusty razorblade...

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fucka X.L.G nigga..