Theme: Treasury
Lyrics:
All I really want is a friend
All I really want is a friend
All I really want is a punching bag
ultraviolence ultrablack
poltergeists in my home,
Boost the fire at night
Crucified with my jones
Lucifer in my whites
Justified with my poems
Lemme lean to your ear and sing
Whisper devil-ish things
Blisters all on my palms
Diamonds all in my rings
Choruses in my songs
Borealises over Texas
Tore reality two directions
Like wings
There a draft in here? No.
Someone walked on my grave
Is there an afterlife? Yeah.
You gon’ be enslaved.
Wake up with that DRM
Born sinner with a debt to pay
Torn between entheogens
Like Cinderella at a masquerade
Sinners all in my palms
Diamonds all in yo dreams
Pin ‘all to the wall and go battousai like a guillotine
God willing
Di-methyltryptamine, lidocaine, vicodin
Tylenol wit the white cocaine, and I sing like a violin
So famous
Cobain how I paint it black
Propane when I’m on the track,
Blackout, blackout,6 NOVOCAINE,
SUPER-NOVA, SUPER-SAIYAN
Suited up with my super-eight
With a hidden nine I’mma lie in wait
On a hate-crime, like a dime-bag
For a weinstein and a dead f*g/
Black flag, red flag, white flag
Errybody life got a pricetag
Errybody here tonight,
I wanna you see hold up your hands like black men
Everybody here tonight,
I wanna see you hold up your land like factions
Everybody here tonight,
I wanna see you hold up your fist like BLM
Submitted September 26, 2020 at 03:27AM by PaladinBen https://ift.tt/3kJ9JbC
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