Victim of a witch hunt. mind racing to the past. when my only fears. where the jaws of the lion.
Don't say you don't care. I rammed god between your legs. amen! hot salvation!. bring it on motherfucker. you took the easy way out.
Deserts in your eyes. like a rising tide. like a sleepless night. like a killer's dream. I'll come to you....
Green globe. scorched by black sun. return me to my primal self. primal self. skull. return me to my old self.
Hair grows through skin like moss. green soaked from ape cum. man flees from house and runs. to the tree canopy.
Somewhere in the space. Between asleep and dreamin'. You hear a voice flutter in your ear. I call you out just like I summon a demon. And push you into a pool of fear.
Drones carry my body. to the top of the mountain of gods. carrion circle the corpse. of pale faces ears sewn shut. and poke like fingers towards the waiting sun.
They're kicking at the gates. Screaming and punching air. I don't know what they want. And I don't know why. They even care. . Rebuild the barricades.
It took a team of every brilliant mind. A hundred years of thinking to understand. What fits so neatly in the palm of your hand. I bet you think because you have one.
Where did you go. With the lighter and the smokes?. To the back of the room. With the new friends you made. Cracking a smile. Like a little lamb with fangs.
You say you're looking. For a natural hi. Call it a living but. You only get by. Put up a struggle. Like i'm caught in a net. You're only looking. For a way to get.
I got a pig, home in a pen. Corn to feed him on. All I need is a pretty little girl. To feed him when I'm gone. . Dark clouds are rising. Sure sign of rain.
I can't read in between. The lines of a color screen. And I won't buy any lie. Unless it's been sold to me. But I can push a button. And make it go away.
Here I stand. Stained in red. Taller than. Any man. We were same. But no more. . I'm your Emperor. King of hurts. . Bring your best. Break Their backs.
We get the message. And we see the point. But you still hold a parade. Just like a word. That changes meaning on a dime. It all depends on who's sayin.
Wake up. What's that?. Cue the real. 9:01. . Recoil. And recall. Snoring through. Sonar pings. All day long. . Don't answer the phone. Just pretend. There ain't nobody home.
Your old G.I.Joes. Are still under the stairs. They're all broke and used. But then again so are you. . You could sell them. To friends of mine. You haven't even.