Debaser(of Sandpeople) - Purest Disgust lyrics

Purest Disgust (Sapient) It's like, how can I spit it if they don't relate? Lettin' it culminate, till it's too heavy to pull the weight I hunger for more yet my soul is caged Under floorboards hiding from solar rays But, I feel calm and at home in the darkness Submerging my skin, feeling cold and lethargic In a paper ocean, floating on paper boats I paint my disgust in slow and graceful strokes My war machine is well oiled and tuned up Cooped up in a small room with its wounds glued up I keep no glove on its hand to hold the poison pen But I keep a hood on my head to hold the voices in I will never confuse divine with human lies Buddha shrines or that which is computerized I am the unrooted vine that grew despite its wilted fate And learned a serpent in a suit and tie is still a snake Chorus This feeling, this feeling, it's the purest disgust This feeling, this feeling, it's the purest disgust My bare feet have k**ed the worms in the mud The dirt and the bugs were the closest thing to my circle of trust Verse 2 (Ethic) And I been factioned to make this Distaste innovate ain't pa**ed up a day yet (??) I stay busy crashing they spaceships Walk around rocking the gla**es from "They Live" Stay above water like the bay bridge Never been a part of somethin I couldn't relate with Never caught up, automated bravado making plates shift When y'all are outdated like a tape deck I'mma make you make sense, they gon make you think less I make music even if music don't make rent And it ain't been a beneficial state That we in, the ceiling's high but the floors are thin Chorus This feeling, this feeling, it's the purest disgust This feeling, this feeling, it's the purest disgust My bare feet have k**ed the worms in the mud The dirt and the bugs were the closest thing to my circle of trust Verse 3 (Eyedea) Baby shoes for sale, never worn I add my own salt to the wound and croon inside the self inflicted storm Make a promise I can't keep, bleed for your amusement Cut me, love me, stop and crush, f** me with confusion Loose ends tie me up and rape my motivation Break my teeth into dust and go to sleep clothed in blood and semen Every day's a Saturday night I waved my right with daylight the second the sun saved my life Hurts me so good when it's going in my vein I gotta leave I'll let you know if the seizure's sweet as better pain You keep on spreading crazy all over this worthless town A fingernail couldn't find the dirt underneath your surface now You are my sweet and my sour If it stays this deep I could cheat d**h by at least an hour Let me go with my blood, poisoning my brain Let the morphine drip drops and self inflicted rain, ok Chorus x2 This feeling, this feeling, investing it all, back to the wind This feeling, this feeling, of getting it all back when you win This feeling, this feeling, investing it all, back to the wind This feeling, this feeling, of getting it all back when you win