Headless
I skid like Rita lifted ocean
I drift like my planet don't spin
I skid all over marks like I'm haunted
Rev it up, twirl my la la like profits
It's never much, I'm war torn in the cockpit
Don't interrupt, my turbulence slaps
My path massive demands panoramic
Massive
Shitty, you're ten thousand leagues subzero
Sweat dripping
My hancock do-rag riptides like Tent City
Standoff through low lands eerie silencing

Greed tastes like sin
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Spikes are pulling, are pull- are pull
Are pull- are pull- are pull
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes

Peel out, press me to magnetic slab
Severe swerving I tow lag
Off uncertainty 'til your zipper locks
My salvia silhouette commence shots
Sixty shots a second on a hexed clock
I strike 'tween each time your solar plex drops

Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes

I'm skidding out
I can't help yourself, I skid in doubt
I've dealt with yourself, I tricked hell out
I'm all helter skelter, I'm on that Faust
None of me left but reflex skidding out
Pulse in my chest feel like it's fixing to bounce
Bounce, bitch, I can't be the road
I'm crashing into planes, I crash and stroll
Maxed out my oath
Don't blame me, I've no soul

Greed tastes like sin
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Spikes are pulling, are pull- are pull
Are pull- are pull- are pull
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Greed tastes like sin
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Spikes are pulling, are pull- are pull
Are pull- are pull- are pull
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes

My skids 'til the brink, I jizz snowmen
Tall knives in my grill feel potent
My jigsaw manipulates you open
My skids writ rubbernecks agent orange
I skid like I'm no use
My headband expand like I choose juice
I binge, all black enhance my tragic
Ends to a means I can't establish
Noise of nomads on sapphire spice
Cumulus in both hands, can't kill myself twice
Pawns tremble like dildos wielded by duppies
Traumatized on for size, roadkill hides like yuppies
I'm too passcode, these gates won't stay closed
Control gets old, I smash out my skin
My vessel thrown like slack at the wind
I'm finally astral now, grab my stems

Greed tastes like sin
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Spikes are pulling, are pull- are pull
Are pull- are pull- are pull
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Greed tastes like sin
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Spikes are pulling, are pull- are pull
Are pull- are pull- are pull
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes