文本歌词

Forged in the depths, the shadows, the gallow is where I rest
I don't flex no ammo or vests, I don't rest my backbones, impressive
Oppression strictly depressive, opposing anyone's mental
Composing rhythms like recipes, holding prisms so heavenly
You searched for the remedy in all the wrong places
Wound up sicker than you were when you came in
Life seems strange but, death seems stranger
I am not a stranger to breath, I'm thankful