Fever Dream Video (MV)

My nights cold, ice cold, bars cold,
Heart colder cuz I'm still a soldier
Praying for Showtime they might deploy him
My future is laced up with paranoia
This is poetry, written on click tracks,
Metronomes, just so I can scratch the recording
Looking through beats I might have an assortment,
But importance is all on my words from the voices
I'm echolocating, dodging the signal that's coming from Satan
Hard to discern from the pieces of hatred
I put it on silence by meditating
Mental DND I'm on a different station
All of my dogs we be elevating
Moving faders 'stead of getting faded
I'm tired of saying that I'm gonna make it, this the last time that's in conversation
The last time I was in rotation
That was two years ago I was novacating
I was deep in my mind that was no vacation
I was running so hard that I lost my patience
Lost a lot, and I know I let y'all down that was not to plot
Now I got a scarlet letter that'll mark the spot
For the next thirty minutes let's go heart to heart
And the timer's off
My voice is shaky and my thoughts are racing
And I'm sweating bullets and I'm foaming rabies
Got no blanket on me, see the demons walking
And the carpet's quaking with the ceiling on it
Partly dripping blood, partly dripping vomit
As I'm holding the walls with my faces on it
And it's not a mirror like I'm not a prophet
But I fall into teeth as I sink inside it