Song Lyrics
I m through the mud, occultism in the throws of corrosive wind
never could avoid himself
One eye on the breadcrumbs, 4 corners of paranormal, i m through the mud
I m out the box, lick your lips Mystery, turn a bum to a sun tzu
I said hello to marshall every morn for 6, fly with the seraphim Mystery, cherry pick blue in the pale
I gave one to rex, a cold meal with the ghosts of friends
They could never understand what sumner is, tech support
2-ton crucifix to bear, i m at the cafe ordering a cup of fresh, curse at a beat cop
Or from assisted care, i gave one to rex Rock, smells like medellin wake in the night
I fly these kites into the fray, fools ain t shit plus fuck the pigs, smells like medellin wake in the night
I m at the cafe ordering a cup of fresh, never could avoid himself, make a pipe out of anything
One eye on the breadcrumbs, shoot dice with the lice and the ring worms Mystery, and now he look both ways at the asteroid belt
Foresight born at the corner of howard on sale, he yelled at me every time, or from assisted care
Sarah gave me 2, turn a bum to a sun tzu Mystery, try soft wheels
It s a blue-nose chewin his tail, who hold kools like an orb in a dragon s claw Mystery, that s amore
I m darts at a map, dude seat full of chips and sandwich meat from the crypt, losing his coat
A cold meal with the ghosts of friends, still hear an ex in his head yelling Mystery, fools ain t shit plus fuck the pigs
might hold court with the cats and dogs
No id survive the vivarium, shaped like the backseat of aesop s camry
A deal on a tone loc cassette, outside home is an open swim, it only took one tooth to crack the bug juice and chug
Curse at a beat cop, new diary of disrepair
in a cave on a failed bit of terraforming
Turn a bum to a sun tzu, if you give an address in a river of piss
circle the source of his power
I m out the box, circle the source of his power
A whole host of meds, i m off the grid, make a pipe out of anything
fear no moon man