The Vacants

[Verse 1: Sadistik] Preacher told me boy there’s a demon in your soul (NOWHERE2RUN) I do psychedelics see the sequences in code LA from Northwest seagulls mean I’m home Relish in the torment needles in the bones Kill em all kill em all, follow the pack Digital chemicals swallow the tab When I go in then no bottle’s intact Inner so liminal hollow and cracked Hop on a track and it’s Suicide Club Pockets are packed with the fuel to my buzz God on a canvas I drew with my blood Talking to shadows like who can I trust? [Chorus: Sadistik] Bud that I have I can stuff in a swish Cuts on my hand covеr sun from the prints Summer of Sam come and run with thе kid Summon a Sam to run nothing but Tricks Bud that I have I can stuff in a swish Cuts on my hand cover sun from the prints Summer of Sam come and run with the kid Summon a Sam to run nothing but Tricks [Verse 2: Sadistik] No one, no one, code of the shogun Poke some holes in your clothes with a ghost gun Go with the spirits, unholy appearance to match Show me your tears in a vat Pierced in the back, I’m becoming amiss I peered in the cracks, there’s nothing to miss The mirrors are black, it’s just an abyss You veer in my path, get gutted like fish [Verse 3: Fatboi Sharif] Lense elevated clear alcohol level Saw a devil in the moonlight Psychedelic substance psalms several praised God Dig up her bones in the graveyard Black walls breeding air overdosed seance Myan assaulted close image Murder at midnight appear comatose kinship UFO autopsy pulse risen Fire pit swallowed earth final trip home Forming cult visit Circle head spin regimen flatline veteran Moon cypher sharpen specimen Bullet shells for spiderweb Dinner munch anger prescription meds Smelled the fear of a dead orgy Served cyanide designers head [Verse 4: Sadistik] My soul is so acidic a skull that’s soaked in cynics I sewed specific holes closed I hope the ghosts don’t get in Holding tightly going 90 but the terror caught up Right beside me is the wifey on the terracotta Begin again there’s an art to the disfigurement We’re into sin turn the darkness to magnificent I’m different never them death to sycophants Switzerland shed my skin and then I switch again