Neel Koul - 27:10 Lyrics

Bible
For many are called but few are chosen
I chose a color dun coffin
Cacophony of lemures' voice is fucking me up
I need some kind of ritual to ease this pain
But, it doesn't matter, I'll be dead in 2-3 years
So before I come to you, I've got a few questions I need answered
Right now. Just listen

God, why'd you make me so lyrically inclined
That it's only I who can justify
The transgression livid action that
Linked to the notion that mushroomed
In their ill mind
I hopped every sin
Oh lord, how've you been

Curb the urge demiurge to re emerge
Absurd upsurge to research the cirrus
Cause of my purge I'll disperse do
Chant dirge at my funeral play
A lekker local Persian tune
For I'm the Prince of Atlantis of this
Ocean of sorrow, gone tomorrow
My will to live has submerged

It has submerged
(Ya khuda)
My screams, my ache, my hurt
God, you heard
(Ya khuda)
Now i'm submerged
Now I'm submerged lord
I'm done with this world
Never whored after dosh
Squashed hate among bros
Happenstance hoarded all the love

I am your child
Sum of it, your symbolic red hot ray of hate
Is burning my sunbonnet of faith

You bemuse me like
Oh you're a poet
STAY QUIET, GO RIOT,
I HATE YOU
YOU'RE A NOBODY
STOP BAWLING
YOU CAN'T FUCKIN' DENY IT.

Oh God
Why's it so hard
Why am I so odd

Oh God
Why's it so hard
Why am I so

Odd, chances I'm taking
Maraud er dances
Not in Quod, I'm shaking
Renegotiating wearing
Anorak in Iraq and
It's shit that's raining
Crap, Anorexia
Anew aneurysm mannerism
Rigid as a frigid prism sum up
Dementia
What you've given me
Can't be sent back to ya
The fuckin pain i meant
Shirin I love you
Shirin I love you
Shouldn't I love you
In a pew cross examine
Assimilate a fair questionnaire ad modum Haiku
I knew
Oh, I knew
How it'll go
Like a Sanguine's hope
I'll be dying slow
But I gotta go, lay comatose
Play tic tac toe, 3×3 neo, in matrix
Got no friends, so foes, I'll snore
Pre prose post respect
Citing 4 henchmen, no souls
Even so See you Anon, OH
Who knows

You send lady death every night to kill me
What kind of shit is that? I don't get your ploy
You deploy her to choke my neck to death
You know what's Funny
Ironically
Before I let go, I whisper under my breath
Ya Khuda