Catharsis - CYNE

Militant-minded, shining diamonds with my heart on the ropes

Take the edge.

When I rewind, I’m climbing the slopes

Bring it closer to the essence, I’m breathing with God’s blessings

Moving forward, but thinking, but sinking into depression

Pulling my own weight, I struggle with opposition

I’m wrestling down angels and strangle the competition

Searching deep in my heart—I'm looking for definition

In simple terms, I yearn to find my life’s mission

Listening to the inner, this sinner will find answers

Hoping that I remember that Hell is like a cancer

Blast as a drum kick hits into oblivion

Flash as the sky splits, slip into meridian

Capture the rapture, fall into disaster

Ambient sound surround and press the master

Soundtrack of living in stores if Lord willin'

The last day’s bumps so nice in car systems

Redemption

My system hydraulic, we frolic

Young man he stands, he brands alcoholic

Smash through the glass, he shatter against love

Slip away from the close-up pain—it's such a drug

Run away from innocence, a child of the shadows

Unravel the mystery, the reason of the shackles

No pot to piss in with nobody to listen

Went Godbody, Five Percent to the Christian

Crusades are inner, reborn a dope nigga

A crease in his pants, he stance, remain bigger

Looking for a peace of mind but never found it

Looking for a peace of mind but never found it, shot

And there was I, standing here, wondering why

A blue rose never grows to a velvet sky

Why the Sun gotta go for the Moon to rise

And when we born, why the first thing we do is cry

Possessed is probably a good word.

Uh, what I’m possessed by at the time,

I don’t really know.

But I seemed to lose a little bit of… I think I’ve lost

my brains

Crying, like breathing air, but still dying

Flying with broken wings, lying—nah, nigga, I’m in

No position for that.

Shit is critical actually

Survivalist tactics got me on point

Thinking, «Put the weed out.

Hold your head high

History’s a lie,» broadcasting it live

Through your cyberspace.

I might walk with fate

Perhaps lose the next day, can’t predict the future

You wanna be a star, crack a smile so they can shoot ya

Rhymin' in limelight—to me shit is weak

I’m just another slave riding up shit’s creek