Residue Pressure in the Abyss

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Set in the bar,

what done right looks like squealing Your ceilings become my floor tonight. The archetype you

adore. The envious cord is my floor, yet I rise and soar.

I oscillate higher. Resonate deeper than Gwyas. Gospel spells revealing alchemized bells.

Stolen straight from hell's lair. Bend the air, epiphanies peeling. Shift the trajectory

of the abyss and swift. Square motion, no amenities. Gargamel brewing elixirs.

Smurf vanished. Chosen ones dosed with ease. Steady state, fixing emotions.

Tidal waves coated in locomotion. Feline with nine lives. Egyptian Islamic revolution.