TRACK NINE
JAWS OF DEATH [Prod. Morriarchi]

Head in flames,
He was the threading in a spreading plague that threatened to behead him with the ebbing of a guessing game,
He was confessing but instead he was assessing blame for shredding every lesson that was heading to excessive shame,
It was said it was the webbing of prophetic fame that led him to embed in the regretting that was sped in frame,
He’s addressing his beheading as he’d led insane, treading flames as the deafened present for the men in chains 
 
Open file,
He’d be chosen in the frozen aisle, poster child for the locomotive of his vocal style,
He had rose in cold devotion to the notes he’d piled, hoping while he’s broken, he would shoulder the explosive bile,
It’s emotive like the potions in his broken vial, frozen in the roses he had chosen with a broken smile,
Would be stolen like his motive in an open mile of smoking the aromas of his roses in a hopeless guile
 
Jaws of death,
He was the cause of an enormous mess that sort of left him sorting through the mortar in his tortured flesh,
It was the slaughter that would form him in the laws of chess, quarter left, he was sort of flawless in his hornet’s nest
 
Jaws of death,
He was the cause of an enormous mess that sort of left him sorting through the mortar in his tortured flesh,
It was the slaughter that would form him in the laws of chess, quarter left, he was sort of flawless in his hornet’s nest
 
Stole visas,
He was at home with a foam Jesus, growth ceases in his cold soul as his dole freezes,
He’s consoling the troll of his own thesis, thrown peaches as his sole goal of control breaches,
He was sold in a scroll of his own speeches, stone pieces of his old bowl on his zone’s beaches,
He was told on the phone he was mould, each his own, he was grown as a clone of his treatise

Laced with brine, 
They were debating as they tasted wine, straight in line for the wasted pages of an ancient mime,
They were hated by the nation but had waited fine, faces time for the stasis pasted from a racist mind,
They’d await intimidation to erase their spine, race with nine bassists and the famous with a faded sign,
They were fated to sedation in frustrated crime, space and time raided by the masons in a faceless bind
 
Jaws of death,
He was the cause of an enormous mess that sort of left him sorting through the mortar in his tortured flesh,
It was the slaughter that would form him in the laws of chess, quarter left, he was sort of flawless in his hornet’s nest
 
Jaws of death,
He was the cause of an enormous mess that sort of left him sorting through the mortar in his tortured flesh,
It was the slaughter that would form him in the laws of chess, quarter left, he was sort of flawless in his hornet’s nest
 
Third degree,
He was encircled in a verbal sea he gurgled, he’s alerted to the hurdle by the burnt debris,
He’s in his journal as he hurtles in the urgency, learns that he’s eternal by the herbal in his circuitry,
It’s a rehearsal for commercials of a stern decree that’s hurtful in its kernels of its churlishness and courtesy,
It was infernal in its purple and its burgundy, turning in the furnace of his circle and its certainty

Rolling stone,
He was a Trojan in erosions home, smoking foam from the open ocean through a stolen phone,
He was emboldened by the motions of a POTUS clone, motive known only by the focused that had voted stoned,
He had floated with devotion to this bogus throne, toneless poem quoted in hypnosis with condolence shown,
He was focusing ferociously, his opus thrown hopelessly, devoted to the vote-less and Osmosis-prone
 
Jaws of death,
He was the cause of an enormous mess that sort of left him sorting through the mortar in his tortured flesh,
It was the slaughter that would form him in the laws of chess, quarter left, he was sort of flawless in his hornet’s nest
 
Jaws of death,
He was the cause of an enormous mess that sort of left him sorting through the mortar in his tortured flesh,
It was the slaughter that would form him in the laws of chess, quarter left, he was sort of flawless in his hornet’s nest
 
Jaws of death,
He was the cause of an enormous mess that sort of left him sorting through the mortar in his tortured flesh,
It was the slaughter that would form him in the laws of chess, quarter left, he was sort of flawless in his hornet’s nest
 
Jaws of death,
He was the cause of an enormous mess that sort of left him sorting through the mortar in his tortured flesh,
It was the slaughter that would form him in the laws of chess, quarter left, he was sort of flawless in his hornet’s nest