To laugh, to cry...To have lived once and have died A thousand times inside of gallons of wine To have rose from the dead with a rose on ya head with dirt you smirk, wiping off ya shirt To fallen asleep to warring under sheets To having lifemares with real people trying holding you beneath Is right here, To you needing the Priest Preacher pastor or prophet or pistol Prayer words catapult above the candle light As the stim fizzles above the sharing wombs Sharing rooms to separated when they were in the tombs To the Stars talk to each other above it Or are they just exploding? We need a God to hug us The paranormal, Psychic Evaluation Small alphabet on the valiums I'm taking Lost souls run to that black mountain escaping The dark lord Sith on the spitten rhymes To the world could adapt, I feel trapped, I feel trapped... The flesh shell can excel, Only inhale & exhale to death impales The zombie of darkness losing conscience - Tunnel-vision He's lungs slow line he listens to angels your body angled and stiffened Shell hatched, cosmic seed is risen to Godly prison Don't get it right we back to the foetal position Then is the foetus submission, thugs and Christians From bald-headed and wet to spanking to a blanked To a name it, to train it, to game it, to sustain it To anguish the famous the nameless To water drawing up to raining It's the figure eight til' we get it straight The S shape to connect to the opposite way The number 8 double ciphers, what's troubling a writer? Fears Illusion, prepared you in confusion What's my conclusion or what's the solution? Real music! Take the heartbeat and loop it! Autotune all the moons put the pro-tools Put the mic to the Sun, sing vocals See the world can adapt, no escaping, I feel trapped...
To laugh, to cry...To have lived once and have died A thousand times inside of gallons of wine To have rose from the dead with a rose on ya head with dirt you smirk, wiping off ya shirt To fallen asleep to warring under sheets To having lifemares with real people trying holding you beneath Is right here, To you needing the Priest Preacher pastor or prophet or pistol Prayer words catapult above the candle light As the stim fizzles above the sharing wombs Sharing rooms to separated when they were in the tombs To the Stars talk to each other above it Or are they just exploding? We need a God to hug us The paranormal, Psychic Evaluation Small alphabet on the valiums I'm taking Lost souls run to that black mountain escaping The dark lord Sith on the spitten rhymes To the world could adapt, I feel trapped, I feel trapped... The flesh shell can excel, Only inhale & exhale to death impales The zombie of darkness losing conscience - Tunnel-vision He's lungs slow line he listens to angels your body angled and stiffened Shell hatched, cosmic seed is risen to Godly prison Don't get it right we back to the foetal position Then is the foetus submission, thugs and Christians From bald-headed and wet to spanking to a blanked To a name it, to train it, to game it, to sustain it To anguish the famous the nameless To water drawing up to raining It's the figure eight til' we get it straight The S shape to connect to the opposite way The number 8 double ciphers, what's troubling a writer? Fears Illusion, prepared you in confusion What's my conclusion or what's the solution? Real music! Take the heartbeat and loop it! Autotune all the moons put the pro-tools Put the mic to the Sun, sing vocals See the world can adapt, no escaping, I feel trapped...
