Scandaly Clad Ways

Okay, you’ve thought of that, you have scandaly clad ways of doing that [Hot Glue Gun to help pierce through]

Gripping Chains

Gripping chains out the ground [ thought would fling on face ] [vision]

Play Fiddle

I am riddled in disguise Ain’t nothing wrong with that Chain me in these lies Call me a prisoner of my own demise And I’ll burn free and rise again Disguise me riddled Hold me to this pride Play fiddle and one day this is over when I die

Little Teeny Hell

I thought one point you’d understand Though I’m the 3 headed serpentine and you’re the proof What would offend you? Someone crossing your glory or that one thing that reanimates the story you forgot to tell So crossed up in your little teeny hell

Phone Powerlines

Only what you pick through, do not hold through [Phone Powerlines I ripped]