Hypnopompia

For all the Death Grips fans out there, they suck (yeah)

Get, get, get, get,
Got, got, got blood rush to my head lit lock
Poppin' off the fuckin' block
Watch me clock, watch me clock, ah
Fee, fye, foe do not cross my back or I will take it as a threat
Encephalon is fucking strung on Cortisol and Adrenaline (yeah, yeah)
Norepinephrine has my blood hazing into mist, yeah
I'm running, I'm gunning past the towns with the human caves
I'm running, I'm gunning past the head of a million snakes
I'm running, I'm gunning into a hill of metallic waste
I'm running, I'm gunning feeling the iron, uh-uh
Feel the iron, uh-uh
Feel, feel, feel the iron in my veins
Feel the iron in my veins
Feel the iron in my veins
Feel the iron in my veins

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Kelly Clarkson, oh my God, a century, you've been gone
I'm just feeling stressed, cold metallic sweats
Shock my little tongue, make me spazz out for a millisecond
Second, second, second, yeah (yeah)
Shock absorbed my fucking memories, I just remembered everything
And now I can't recall the fucking dream

I need more tech, I need
I need more technology, -gy, -gy
-Gy, -gy, -gy, -gy, -gy