歌词
Condition is cracked
By the seeds of the past
Grow mutated and cragged
Emaciated magic
Eat away any meanings any means at the secrets that last
While they feast and you’re fasting and these patterns prepare for the beast that needs mastering
The chapter is dipped in the pen and the ink
Blank-white-slate-slaps is the sound of the weak
Predisposed in its infancy, enamored catholics
Holy ghost in a hat trick
Sign across before you beat off
And take all their money and their milk and their honey
Fancy hat ****
Klu Klux boss hog two-buck sawed off
Gagging on, blood vessel popped
Eyes out they sockets never feel more alive right before you swallowed it
Feel that heat from the barrel breathe that Hindenburg
Steal that cheat from the marrow, magisterium
Misperceived false deck
Hierophantic fashion
Stay on the line, balance beams is half the test
Wrong ghost
Blind host, succubus, black hole
Lifestyles of the shit and the shameless, dead styles is the shit that you claiming
Black holes, gray zones, everything’s indecisive
Bitch and moan about the ozone like it’s entertainment
Too little too late feeble at best the only legacy you left is in the coffin where you rest
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