808s, I'm just f*cking to bass
I got time to relapse and count my problems for days
I got eight months trapped in isolation
Cold breath, lack of salvation
I made this f*cking decision
I birthed this hell of a vision
Carry on the masses lacking careful precision
Ears numb in dissociation
Blood moon, crimson fascination
It wasn't the life that I lived or the life that I wanted
Shattered remains, incessantly haunted
Suffer demise, cut the tension with knives
I'm just a young motherf*cker who's tryna survive
Prosperous dreams, I know I adapted
Young folklore, are these stories I crafted
Conjuring spells and eldritch tales
Words spoken softly of the Hunter's betrayal
Old Blood seeking youth in the brethren
Holy Medium pumping veins with adrenaline
Night falls and the blood moon rises
Countless horrors my blade antagonize