Pure Mode

Bloodlines like channelling for prey
Lose sight and pupils dilate
My hooked eye pulled up until the line breaks
No light in a pit lost quarrying for day
I peel the wall wrapped around my fist
I trace the marks bite down on my lips
A throb bright red pours through my eyelids
I tug at threads, getting frayed but I'm lucid
Oh bitch I might
Enter into my pure mode
Oh saints I might
Enter into my pure mode
Outrun the wake, ankle-deep in wastewater
Head on, caught me like a moth, ricocheting
Can't work this clay into shape
Embodying ouija strength
Nero leaks through my teeth
Graves unrelenting
I peel the wall wrapped around my fist
I trace the marks bite down on my lips
A throb bright red pours through my eyelids
My head sun-drenched, growing out of phase, but I'm lucid
Oh bitch I might
Enter into my pure mode
Oh saints I might
Enter into my pure mode
Enter into my pure mode
Penetrating this, oh!
I don't mean to scare you but I can't talk right now
I don't mean to scare you but I can't talk right now
I don't mean to scare you but I can't talk right now
I don't mean to scare you but I can't talk right now
I will tear you apart