Frostbit

(Kronus)
On the microphone it's Kronus, words form //
And swarm like locust feeding on corn, I'm Dragon born//
Imperial solider, I troop threw the storm //
While laying more tracks than a prisoner of war //
I Run for days on little to no sleep //
Nightmares torment me like I live on elm street //
This is Helms Deep, Dark clouds fill the sky //
The worst nights drag, while the best fly //
Head dripping down the back of my neck like candle wax //
Can't handle the truth, like intangible facts //
I lay in a bed of regret that I made //
Dug my own grave, used my hand as a spade //
There's a taste of toxic waste on my tongue //
Fallout in my mind, as I forget where I'm from //
Grip slips off reality when I start rapping //
Lose touch with my own species like I'm Dr. Manhattan //

(dsgrace)
Steppin out the mushroom cloud with an afterglow //
Pad packed with graphic poems, still pedantic though //
Its acapella alchemy get high of the fumes //
As we blast hell spawn like Doom and clear the room //
I might've laid dormant but I tried to forewarn em //
I'd need absence atonement, this is tonic for the torment //
Face the blank page, tunneling through punishment //
I rummage amongst empties in this life fulla guzzling //
Stallin at the junction still figuring my function //
Trynna juggle all the somethings plus match the percussion //
While I'm snow blind with my perception impaired //
But forever 20/20 with my sights on a snare //
We craft tracks in a house share where daily affairs //
Is getting strange stairs, dodgin train fares as the beat blares //
I'm ensnared, imprisoned in the writtens //
Til the last star departs from my field of vision //

(Chorus)
My Feet are frost bit, Paths I walked are cold //
Far from home I rome alone with my thoughts and my soul //
My head and my heart often drift apart //
Just to reunite in music and reunite in art //

(Kronus)
I Been trying to pour my heart out into these songs //
Bare my soul and hope I feel like I'm writing my wrongs //
Cause lately the rope I'm pulling on is burning my palms //
And none of my friends notice that there's anything wrong //
See me acting a clown, Comedian joking around //
Juggle my problems till I'm dizzy And I need to sit down //
Drown my sorrows, search the bottom of the bottle when it's empty //
Only thing I see's a vague reflection of me //
Just me drifting slowly between the dust and debris //
Thoughts heavy enough to sink in the dead sea //
I'm dead weight at times, sometimes struggle to stand //
These aging hands building castles in the sky out of sand //
Just for the tide to come in like a roaring hurricane //
Caught up in an up storm of self conflict and I'm scared again //
Lost and nauseous, I carry my crosses //
Threw chaos, cautious like a kid in a mosh pit //

(chorus)
My feet are frost bit, paths I've walked are cold //
Far from home I roam alone with my thoughts and my soul //
My head and my heart often drift apart //
Just to reunite in music and reunite in art //

All lyrics by dsgrace & Kronus
Beats by Kronus

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