Headrush lyrics

[Verse 1]
Picture me glossing my face in makeup
A painting with visions of prophets from the nips of the gods
Sent from the tips of the faucet that I get the pay, hun
I make my way up to Transylvania, let's keep the pace up, pace up, pace up (Let's go)
Mister [?], I keep the K drawn
f*ck the Asians, I'ma shoot this sh*t man, I need my face done
I feel so pretty obnoxious, so stitched and pregnant
Court appeals, court appeals, driving drunk off the wheels
Heard the voices trying to show me how to meet God in machine
My body is greased, topped up these things caught on my jeans
Sedatives get repetitive, I want meat on the medicine
Blemishness on the perfectness, on your knees, me ahead of them
Boys would ask for normal, what's a woman to a beast?
Do computers meet their usefulness when beauty is belief?
Superhuman evolution, take a ruler to the [?]
While their losers keep it moving, man how useless can they be?

[Chorus]
I feel the headrush coming out my face, yah
I pray to God I leave a scorched record of blood across the floor (Across the floor)
I won't ever say much, the touch of death, uh
Sweet surrender up in flames, hear them calling on my name (On my name)
Chock full with a lead pipe, dip in the dead heart
I'm drowning corpses oh so nauseous before those who come across us (Come across us)
I won't ever say nothin', my time is vacant
I pray to God for no remorse, I see my world has run its course (Run its course)
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), f*ck (f*ck)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
My stronghold is ice cold, no milk in the carton
Ain't no diamonds in the purse, ain't no silk in the garden (Uh-huh)
And these liars leave the earth justifying all their worth (Yeah)
As words for the dearly departed, I'd kill me a sergeant
See, what's the use of vanity, why we lose the humanity
God's just delusions and grandity, pocket loose, insanity
I could prove [?] all my machinations, imaginations
Solo Marxist future to lacerations, affidavits
Something kind of change, they'll let us do except for you
Head is screwed, swear by these tennis shoes, I'm dead in June
All I need is like fifty grand
'Cause I'm drunk in the store with a Johnny in my Silverhand

[Chorus]
I feel the headrush coming out my face, yah
I pray to God I leave a scorched record of blood across the floor (Across the floor)
I won't ever say much, the touch of death, uh
Sweet surrender up in flames, hear them calling on my name (On my name)
Chock full with a lead pipe, dip in the dead heart
I'm drowning corpses oh so nauseous before those who come across us (Come across us)
I won't ever say nothin', my time is vacant
I pray to God for no remorse, I see my world has run its course (Run its course)