Anatomy Hip Hop - Strange lyrics

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Anatomy Hip Hop - Strange lyrics

[Verse 1] Poetic potion in motion An atrociously slow flow of ferocious emotion Exposed in a comatose froze of a pose And arose with the aroma decomposed to the nose A wrenching menacing stench Of though provoking but soft spoken Promotion of self loathing and forfeit absorbed In an uncommonly calm closed corrosive composure A distortion of storms, body dimorphic disorder Forming a morbid kind of sort of foreign morbid contortions In an adoring performance before hes sworn to the morgue Sworn to the depths of the devils dorm The level of heavens door, is boarded up forever No endeavors forever more [Chorus x2] I'm a little bit off, I'm a little bit strange Every time that I cough, I get a little bit strained I can't reach my thoughts, Ive lost my brain I can't be taught, and I can't explain [Verse 2] Ok, my body's in one place, my minds on a vacation Of position locations, a destination of nations Too ancient for any other person to place in The worst case of complaints, a crazed daze to amaze And turn phrases of strange terms to interpret the phrases Of thoughts shredded and embedded, dreaded Threading with the needle of evil Beneath the hard beat of a soft heart to start with Moving fluids through your body's art of compartments Like i was playing the part, decaying laying in darkness While my brain has been rearranged waiting for harvest Like a shrapnel of sharp shavings, the farthest from harmless Painting flattering shattered patterns of scattering dark matter The ladder to spark chatter Combating attack tactics like a clatter to snark at her [Chorus x2] [Verse 3] With an infusion of views And vivid visions of indecision Imprisoning within the mental image of wisdom The gentle glisten of apparitions And additional suspicions Growing livid within the ridges of frigid conditions The vague pigments and fragged figments Insignia stigmas Of a rigorous and vigorous figure of plain ignorance Configured constraints Self inflicted with incisions inconsistent with change And deprivation remains, but intuition begins To inhibit collisions that reposition within And diminish the finished image exhibiting limits While committed to mimic the infinite within minutes [Chorus x4]