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Polygon Delusions ft. creepysusie

from Somersault Days by Sin7ven

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[Sin7ven - Verse 1]
Hand squeeze the controller like a lifeline
Only sober in the closure of the night time
He knows he’s being dishonest with himself
Broken promises like the opened bottles on his shelf


A new dive into the virtual mother’s womb
The blue light messiah gonna purge you my brother, soon
Too afraid to live, too afraid to die
Who am I? Who are you? Post a Q&A and lie

They tell him what he wants to hear: nothing more nothing less
Every day he learns to trade something for nothingness
He can amuse if he croons his jolly songs
Anxiety dissolves into booze and polygons

When reality ensues he prolly voms
And laughs from the chat don’t improve the ambiance
Is that the fate of man? Is touching grass more painful than
It is to see your doom in a grain of sand?

[Creepy Susie - Verse 2]


Polygon delusions, give him digital contusions
He keep to himself sip a fifth in the crypt, snoozin’
Need a snip, lookin like Rick Rubin
His skiff must have got a hole, he done lost control of that stick he usin’

Back in 4X his pops hooked his corneas
Ever since the poor g never wanted no more or no less than digital
Fuck the physical, but he caught subliminals
Now he not original, it’s pitiful, and the fifth he pull

Got it from his grams on his moms’ side
Saw it twice, it looked like half life, it was oxidized
Now he flashing all these trophies and accolades
Hitting the packy for a pack of blacks and grandmarnier

It was I, Sleeper and the masked figure he was with
Three of us and one of him, the math’s at my fingertips
Jump in the packy, surround him, come out that jacket you wearing
I’m laughing but ain’t considered all the hours he was playing

He was mastering his reactions, practicing aim
Just blasted my man in his frame and his familiar left in a blaze
One ricocheted and popped bossman in his temple
We just facing off now, boss battle incidental

[Sin7ven - Verse 3]
He forgets though, liquor is combustible
The spilled drinks catch sparks, isn’t that just wonderful?
Flames erupt and he’s blinded by the smoke veil
We storm out the door with the fire on our coattails

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from Somersault Days, released March 7, 2024

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