Headrush

[Verse 1]

Picture me glossing my face with makeup

A painting with visions of prophets from the lips of the gods

Sent from the tips of the faucet that I get the pay, hun

I make my way up to Transylvania, let's keep the pace up, pace up, pace up (Let's go)

Mister [?], I keep the K drawn

Fuck liasions, I'ma shoot this shit man, I need my face done

I feel so pretty obnoxious, so stitched and pregnant

Court appeals, court appeals, driving drunk off the wheels

Heard the voices trying to show me how to meet God in machine

My body is greased, topped up these seams caught on my jeans

Sedatives get repetitive, I want meat or the medicine

Blemishness on the perfectness, on your knees, me ahead of them

Boys would ask for normal, what's a woman to a beast?

Do computers meet their usefulness when beauty is belief?

Superhuman evolution, take a ruler to their peace

While their losers keep it moving, man how useless can they be?

[Chorus]

I feel the headrush coming out my face, yah

I pray to God I leave a scorched record of blood across the floor (Across the floor)

I won't ever say much, the touch of death, uh

Sweet surrender up in flames, hear them calling on my name (On my name)

Chock full with a lead pipe, dip in the dead heart

I'm drowning corpses oh so nauseous before those who come across us (Come across us)

I won't ever say nothin', my time is vacant

I pray to God for no remorse, I see my world has run its course (Run its course)

[Post-Chorus]

Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)

Yeah (Yeah), fuck (Fuck)

Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 2]

My stronghold is ice cold, no milk in the carton

Ain't no diamonds in the purse, ain't no silk in the garden (Uh-huh)

And these liars leave the earth justifying all their worth (Yeah)

As words for the dearly departed, I'd kill me a sergeant

See, what's the use for the vanity while we lose the humanity

Blood transfusions and grenadine, pocket loose, insanity

I could prove [?] all my machinations, imaginations

Solo Marxist future to lacerations, affidavits

Something kind of change, they'll let us do except for you

Head is screwed, swear by these tennis shoes, I'm dead in June

All I need is like fifty grand

'Cause I'm drunk in the store with a Johnny in my Silverhand

[Chorus]

I feel the headrush coming out my face, yah

I pray to God I leave a scorched record of blood across the floor (Across the floor)

I won't ever say much, the touch of death, uh

Sweet surrender up in flames, hear them calling on my name (On my name)

Chock full with a lead pipe, dip in the dead heart

I'm drowning corpses oh so nauseous before those who come across us (Come across us)

I won't ever say nothin', my time is vacant

I pray to God for no remorse, I see my world has run its course (Run its course)