A little smoke, a little riot

Lyrics

[Intro: Hayatheus] Pressing myself into fires, maybe it's just the pyre A little smoke, a little riot With flows used to be risk of writing Though its just the cigarettes I'm writing [Verse 1: Hayatheus] I'm pressed and confided, I'm deader yet from comparisons Not ancient A man wrestles challenges from god his size And passes on small fries I stay mortar and pestle, my mortal fester, can't rest No quarter for the truth obsessed, the fruit from the chest Red and juicy, I'm red and lucid, my friends will do it I'm a steward, I stick to it next, I'm a rude smooth and sweet I'm the mix, I'm the beat, egg stiff peaks I'm reaching, meta metaphor, Bellow Mephisto Combination platter, many flavors in a batter Swinging with the finger at Saturn, my chronology platted I'm serving up fat and in lard and raggedy bars I'm a breaking out star, I'm weighing out Mars There's a way, it's no farce, it's all words, it's no bombs It's all words in our palms, it's all paying for the cause [Verse 2: YVHIKV] Face down, pillow when I kill him, stop me Fake clown, mimics, triggers for a hobby Staggering at entry, fries made in cinema Hollow empathy, interlude, empty out Most stars in between meaning, pierce my heart Notice when it speak, then it seize off guard The moment make, my moment comes, suppose I say My pose is shine, or suppose I felt again Drawn in motion, eventual remnant of *Vocalizing*