Soul Purge - Noisia, Foreign Beggars

What a night, sodom right type

Spilt words and accents like blood from fright night

End of the market day, fruit not ripe

That’s getting thrown in the gutter, slippers whisper sickness

Rappers get torn asunder with the quickness of lightning delayed

Latency thunder, ripping up a town

From beneath the grounds, under the deep

We lounge under the sound but we’ll travel on rupture

Unravel your structure

Gene code breaking down so battle of master strength

Need no weapons, spit shells, rappers get touched up

Only the strong survive, get shaken, arise and thus start to be taken alive

You’ll be taken alive route to demise

While our weed smoke to new highs of blue skies

The mind’s eye never lies

Closed and lost like god’s severed divine ties

Nervous, twisted, coarse enough and convoluted

Slightly edgy, messy, caught in the net

Left to our own devices, these thoughts we collect

But after the soul purge, we emerge from the depths

Nervous, twisted, coarse enough and convoluted

Slightly edgy, messy, caught in the net

Left to our own devices, these thoughts we collect

But after the soul purge, we emerge from the depths

Yo, I stay livid, brain withered and face grinning

Chase women, race winning in this fake kingdom

Race to place faith in this bait system

Stray pilgrim, changing name 'til his fate gives in

Days spinning, out of control, time’s speeding

Mind feeling for hope, but my life’s bleeding

I write, read, and recite bereave that despite freedom my life’s leaving

Three times of the wind of this nice evening

I fight feelings, dry feeling, my frail skin

My plight’s flimsy like the tale of a fell king

Set sail to the blue yonder and hope for no return

Let’s be failing, she’s to wonder if our souls should burn

I close the urn, toes turned to the wind

False discern, these yokes are learning to sin

Hurt within crushed feelings of a lust lost

Last seeing us believing that we must rot

Nervous, twisted, coarse enough and convoluted

Slightly edgy, messy, caught in the net

Left to our own devices, these thoughts we collect

But after the soul purge, we emerge from the depths