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
 Oh bitch I might
 Enter into my pure mode
 Oh saints I might
 Enter into my pure mode
 Enter into my pure mode
 Enter into my pure mode
 Penetrating this, oh!
 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
 I will tear you apart
 I will tear you apart
 I will tear you apart