Clepsidra: IDLES

I feel like I understand

How it feels to kill a man

Surefire I retire your plans

Tastes like metal

Tendon piercing like a dog

Elbow teeth crack feels like God

Shake your moneymaker

Tastes like metal

Kni-kni-kni-kni-knives out

I'm flying

They say fame is a hell of a drug

Until they peel the wings off a dove

It's a losing streak I'm on

Tastes like metal

Hear the bells, they ring for you

You can run but I'll run too

Dark light shine bright like a blood sheen

Tastes like metal

Kni-kni-kni-kni-knives out

I'm flying

Clepsidra