Inferno - The Buttress

Sitting listening to crickets in the thicket -- candyflipping

I’m a wicked, disheveled white devil

I’m a wannabe phenomenology prodigy reveling in suffering through self-induced

anxiety

With drugs -- to try me

«My body is work» but I’ma pursue it

Cause I’m ruder than Buddha

Sip witches brew and get nude, giving 'tude to Judah

Ain’t nobody truer -- get more enlightened with each stroke of lightning

If it’s frightening, then Buttress say «DO IT»

Do I gotta read Ephesians to these heathens?

Chapter 2 verse 8:

«For by grace you have been saved, not by works, through faith»

So don’t grieve your reason, believe in what the Buttress speaking

She say to make way to the diurnal Inferno

Enter circles with Virgil

Mother Nature’s infertile

I burst forth from the abdomen of scorched earth

The birth of a madwoman

I’m an artist (starving)

Static (charges)

Exit fingertips through blue mist to touch lips and take trips

I’m blunted like rubber tips

Shipful of hits of acid taken in the past

But I’m still fucking blasted, -- classic

I’m fucking dramatic

(Yo where the fuck are we?)

I don’t think we passed it

Keep going --

Trekking to Mecca

My internal vendetta

Is to wreck my perspective, resurrect it

We getting higher to die

Purified through the fire

Through trials I go

If I survive, take me to green isles

Otherwise kiss my eyelids closed

This is the road I chose, I roam alone

(Rejected)

I hate the way my vision’s oscillating

Guide no longer by my side, I’m too high

(Neglected) I sit waiting…

Reflecting