Inferno The Buttress

Sitting listening to crickets in the thicket -- candyflipping
I'm a wicked, disheveled white devil
I'm a wannabe phenomenology prodigy reveling in suffering through self-induced anxiety
With drugs -- to try me
"My body is work" but I'ma pursue it
Cause I'm ruder than Buddha
Sip witches brew and get nude, giving 'tude to Judah
Ain't nobody truer -- get more enlightened with each stroke of lightning
If it's frightening, then Buttress say "DO IT"
Do I gotta read Ephesians to these heathens?
Chapter 2 verse 8:
"For by grace you have been saved, not by works, through faith"
So don't grieve your reason, believe in what the Buttress speaking
She say to make way to the diurnal Inferno
Enter circles with Virgil
Mother Nature's infertile
I burst forth from the abdomen of scorched earth
The birth of a madwoman

I'm an artist (starving)
Static (charges)
Exit fingertips through blue mist to touch lips and take trips
I'm blunted like rubber tips
Shipful of hits of acid taken in the past
But I'm still fucking blasted, -- classic
I'm fucking dramatic
(Yo where the fuck are we?)
I don't think we passed it
Keep going --
Trekking to Mecca
My internal vendetta
Is to wreck my perspective, resurrect it
We getting higher to die
Purified through the fire
Through trials I go
If I survive, take me to green isles
Otherwise kiss my eyelids closed
This is the road I chose, I roam alone
(Rejected)
I hate the way my vision's oscillating
Guide no longer by my side, I'm too high
(Neglected) I sit waiting...
Reflecting