Gut Feeling - Mats Gustafsson, Andreas Werliin, Hans Joachim Irmler

Whole world covered by this canopy

Traverse an alien anatomy

Mundane speech pattern makes me question all sanity

Divested thought, into basic building blocks

Need a beat that knocks to unlock what must be said

Yes I’m well read, But more importantly well versed

Details burst 4 decks plus still maintain Innate thirst Do what I love so this

shit ain’t work

Get caught in crosshairs get your feelings hurt

Reside in depths where depression lurks

May have crossed the threshold where real inverts You concerned with who’s

skins and who’s shirts

I’m simply irked by our benign nature

The sheep can’t detect danger

Can’t tell if I’m strange or just stranger

Most detest my behavior

Neither saved or a savior

Always minor never major

Maligned by those self-described as divine

I’ll divide your zero-sum game to n-th decimal

Smash your idols off their ivory pedestals

I’m sure you got your line of reasoning

Me?

I got several

Disregard your 16 bars

Refuse to keep schedules

We all amped B, but your charge local

Mines considered federal

Can’t help but speak guttural

Designed the abstract to attack literal

I’ll expect most in positioning adept react visceral

Call this a gut feeling

None of y’all is real villains

Facades is too revealing

Fuck your frail feelings

Acts unforgivable, so forgive me as I linger

Use tongue to produce shivers

Ain’t impressed by mere shimmers

Stand at creat of flooded rivers

Revived the dormant temples

Touched by three fingers

Empires reduced to smoldering cinders

Re-enter an atmosphere

Saturated with fear

Frustrated by the drones who attempt to adhere

Normalcy was never revered

Weed out the insincere

Clear visions produced in Scheer

Multitudes reduced to tears Amplitude oscillates as this rhythm change gears

This type expertise only achieved with years

Yet somehow come off as cavalier… Yeah

Call this a gut feeling

None of y’all is real villains

Facades is too revealing

Fuck your frail feelings