Cosmic Rayne - Devil Unseen Lyrics

I can smell it in the air I breathe
I can see it in our daily routines
Lost dreams, inside our television screens
My props goes out to the devil unseen
I can smell it in the air I breathe
I can see it in our daily routines
Lost dreams, inside our television screens
My props goes out to the devil unseen

F*cking magicians, no I won't listen
I've reached far beyond these bars of your prison
Your cell of hell, from your voice I can tell
You've lost your mind and your sense of self
With these rhymes I spit, you can catch my drift
You can feel it on Levels and you can feel it in The Shift
No I won't stop, because time is running out
Skeletons in my closet and now they coming out
I'm waking up the dead coz they turning in their graves
Burning fire in my cave coz we turning into slaves
This unbreakable hold, in the pursuit of gold
I've unraveled the scroll to watch the story unfold
In the next chapter, you gonna feel our rapture
Breaking this chain with which our soul's been captured
Beats still banging, bodies start hanging
This verse gives you an idea of what we planning

I can smell it in the air I breathe
I can see it in our daily routines
Lost dreams, inside our television screens
My props goes out to the devil unseen
I can smell it in the air I breathe
I can see it in our daily routines
Lost dreams, inside our television screens
My props goes out to the devil unseen

Who's the leader? I think he needs a breather
I'm throwing stones because my pitch reached a fever
At your glass house, this isn't a fight
Your darkness cannot exist in the light
Despite what you think or whatever you believe
We are ready to attack like we Ninjas in a tree
Taking the place of all you monkeys in power
The sun is going down and this is your last hour
Say your last words and make sure that it counts
I just went back home and closed all my accounts
I couldn't think of what to say other than that
I take pieces of my soul and put it in rap
I trade time for rhymes you trade yours for dimes
I trade lows for highs, you trade yours for lives
The promises you make are only paper thin
When the war to win is against the devil within

I can smell it in the air I breathe
I can see it in our daily routines
Lost dreams, inside our television screens
My props goes out to the devil unseen
I can smell it in the air I breathe
I can see it in our daily routines
Lost dreams, inside our television screens
My props goes out to the devil unseen