Thru the Walls
Death Grips Lyrics

I'm coming through, thought you knew, fuck if you didn't, fuck you
I will pass through your walls, whether you like it or not. If you didn't expect me, too bad.

Plutonium lore, what this is, what this for
This is the knowledge of the most dangerous, powerful substance on earth - plutonium. But what purpose it serves is unclear.

Feel my fists push black holes through your bitch ass decor, split it back like a whore, and make you shit your fucking drawers
When I punch you, it will seem like I'm creating black holes that rip through whatever pathetic decoration you have. I'll make you fold backwards like a cheap prostitute and scare you so much you'll mess yourself.

Scared to ride, cowards fall. Before my eyes, sound of my balls. Dragging like cannon loaded wagons. Drug by demons down your halls
Victory is only reserved for the brave. I'll crush any enemies under my testicles with the power of a thousand cannons, dragged through your corridors by demons.

Can't imagine whats fit to happen when I get to flashing, see the small. Shrink to a fraction of what their lacking, and less than that in no time at all. Can't believe they have the gaul to try and act like they’re not trapped between these walls ...
It's impossible to anticipate what will occur when I become so incensed that even the weak become tiny before my eyes, before ultimately fading into nothingness. The arrogance of those who believe they can escape these walls is absurd.

Bring it, bring it, bring it, kill it
I accept your challenge, whatever it is. I will bring my all and annihilate it.

Bring it, bring that shit heated. Sling it, bring back that shit - kill it
Bring me the very best you have to offer, and I'll destroy it without remorse. Throw it back at me, and I'll kill it again even harder.

Sometimes feel like I'm close but never get there. Never get there. Does it mean I'm a ghost if I'm still here? Wanna leave here. And if I am why can't I just float through the walls? Through the walls. And if I can, were they even ever there at all? Not at all.
I have moments where victory seems within my grasp, but it always eludes me. Does my failure to succeed make me a ghost? I desperately want to escape from this situation. If I indeed possess the ability to pass through walls, were the walls ever there at all?

Too much time spent in the maze will drive you mad, I feel so bad. Been there so long I can't remember who I am, or where I stand. But in the end I guess I just don’t give a damn. Twist a gram and keep on sticking with the original plan. Fuck it man.
It's easy to become insane after spending too much time in a confusing labyrinth. I've been there so long that I don't recall anything about myself or my place in life. Ultimately, I don't care anymore. I'll smoke some drugs and stick with my original goals, regardless of the consequences.

Judge you no more than I wish to be judged. Even on the low. But I do know what you do not speak of. Don’t know but it shows. Try to hide but I see who you are because I just know. Keep talking but you already said too much. There you go.
I won't criticize you anymore than I'd like to be criticized. Despite your attempts to hide your true nature, I can see what you're really like. You may talk a lot, but you've already revealed too much about yourself.

How it is now's how it always was. That’s on my blood. How it is now's how it always was. That’s on my blood.
The current state of things is the same as it has always been, and I stand by that conviction. This belief runs in my blood.

See my blood spill drip, by chances. Try to chill, quit, cuz I can't just slip into a zagthoth trance. Tongue hissing, serpent chants. Come again work it in, yeah just like that
I spill my blood carelessly, hoping for a favorable outcome. But my efforts to relax have been fruitless because I cannot enter a trance-like state. I hiss with my tongue while chanting like a snake. Repeat it again, keep working it in, just like that.

We paint our insides black, as the shadows 'hind our flesh. And make all that we lack, the part of life that we forget. All praise due to the fact, that we've forgotten how to sweat it. Check it. Bring it. Kill it.
We darken our soul as much as our bodies do with shadows. We're so preoccupied with our flaws and inadequacies that we don't notice what's important in life. We should celebrate the fact that we've forgotten how to care about trivial things. Check it. Bring it. Kill it.

On everything I own. Swear would rather slit my throat and die on the run. Than be the one who ends up hangin from that rope. Tied to the thumb of the man who comes to empty your pockets when you choke. Got to get that shit myself and get the fuck out of this game. Before I end up getting stuck with no one but myself to blame. All the way insane.
I swear on all that I possess that I would rather take my own life than be caught by the authorities. I refuse to be the one hanging from the noose, made an example of by the man who takes everything from people even in their final moments. I'll obtain what I need on my own and escape before I become a failure. It's enough to drive a man insane.

Staring at the ceiling, in the dark. Trying not to let the feeling, tear you apart. But the silence is buzzing, and it won't stop. Tell yourself its almost over. But its not.
In the darkness, it's easy to get lost in your thoughts. You must try not to let them overcome you. The silence may seem unbearable, but you must convince yourself that it will end soon, even if it doesn't feel that way.