Killer

Album cover art for "Killer" by Kristoff Krane

Kristoff Krane - Rap

Killer

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Feeling like it's all or nothing Like I'm up to something Like I'm onto something Like I'm on something Like I'm looking up to something Feeling like I'm onto something Like it's all or nothing Feeling like I'm on something I only eat what stumbles into my creation Suck blood to the bone to keep it cleansed Who becomes the woven web? And without it / we are nothing All is sacred / no exceptions Laid down by the stream / fell asleep Dreamt of the worlds we projected and collectively agreed She was our first mirror / vertical axis ('Round the fire) Feelings similar / etchings become patterns With a filter and familiar tools to chisel out Worst fear / a remembrance How to use them to build shelters With white sand on endless shores Where nothing is still, until you're moved to tears Only in your hell am I a killer Only in your hell am I a killer killer Move yourself to be stiller Move yourself to distill it [x2] Ouroboric fountains into fountains / cornucopia Nectar of the gods flowing from a scepter wrapped in feathers and fur She stands / dead center in a desert Surrounded by cactus patches / touching heavens undisturbed Blue deer dance free, the outskirts protected By the windigo-con who makes the sweep for loose connections The stench of greed detected from the seed down in the trenches Gets the teeth sharper than pieces of obsidian spears Crows gather cutting noise / eluding grand illusion Euphoria breeds inertia / releasing spirit / serpent Depth perception deepens / sudden eruptions in the underworld As above, as below / silky hair, white buffalo Pack the pipe / willow bark Osseo / say a prayer Disappear, with the smoke Sparkles effervescent Space is awesome / gorgeous Enormous / before us, the next generation awaits Octopus telepathic / her third eye shutters Becoming a portal into what shakes the ocean floor First drum / panoptic lens in all directions The smell of copal transports to distant shores Vines climbed / then cut Prayed over / chopped Mixed in a black pot Jaguars close sight / loaded and locked Took a sip / sit down / couldn't get up Memories older than dust Felt in the pit of the gut Kept slithering up Tethered to umbilical chord Of golden fabric The passage between madness and magic Messenger manic and vexed Inducing tremors 'till settled into some womb Transforming into a chrysalis Hung inside a cocoon / soaking wet In a circle / looking at the same flame Many angles / one source Watch it dance in different ways We see it dance in different ways Only in your hell am I a killer Only in your hell am I a killer killer Move yourself to be stiller Move yourself to distill it [2x]

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Credits

Writers
  • Kristoff Krane