[ Featuring SKIZZA ]
Haunted soul, walking slow through fog and smoke
Tryna mark the longitude and latitude of all she wrote
Trying to trace an image from a memory of love and peace
Suddenly forgetting all the pain that's hiding underneath
I'm coming home, chasing demons from another place
Opening my eyes & I'm uncovering a sunken space
Divorced itself from space and time/ get rearranged then crushed again
Racing to forget the past, like we are James Sunderland
Feel the pain coming in, rushing to remind us
Everything we've done is smothering and cutting through our blinders
A city or a mind place/ so pretty covered in grime
No assumptions we move blind/ every crime making us irate/
A personal hell fitted for maximum discomfort
Distracted from his sins/ til it actually hits tougher
Like being stabbed in the ribs/ fearless you're spiritually dead
Gotta try new angles to fix your pyramid head
I wade through the smoke and the fog/
I hopelessly pray that hope isn't lost
Submerged in the pain that we know is the cause
Wish I could take my journey and show it to god
Rebirth no more holding it long
I flow with the blood, that's controlling the song
I wade through the smoke and the fog/
I hopelessly pray that hope isn't lost
