Lurch.Lung

It's all bad It's all bad Gonna- Gonna make you reap Godheads on the rack (yeah) Got a fiend within me It'll feast on the genes of the queen Where I live is where I bleed It's all bad It's all bad Gonna- Gonna make you reap Godheads on the rack Got a fiend within me It'll feast on the genes of the queen Where I live is where I bleed (yeah) That methanal makes the mantis operational Indigo mathematics Broken acid god insatiable Please don't be silent Call that bizarro onomatopoeia for clients I disguise my design in the pines I try and survive to 45 Mime surprise for the plain eyes My old teeth I devise your demise for thе site At the site Gotta- Gotta feed him for thе Cytoplasmic battery Witness the death of gravity Everyone I see, delete Black eyes bleeding my agony Night, day, night Prey caught in the midnight Moonlight Savory prey I flay up to two times So hail the cheddar shepherd, feed the spider Rip the neck off little lobotomized broken lepers Lurching about in the land of the water coma cannibal crimes Breathing the filth in, reminiscent of better times On the gang Reaching for the light I got a feeling that it's stuck inside you I don't care what anyone thinks I've got to pull it out She's bleeding Superhuman senses I can smell the roses, iron fences I don't care what anyone thinks I've got to save the world My initiation got me screaming trees, butt naked Staring down the white horizon, eyes vacant You can find me in the pantheon chewing on the idle faces Stone gazes Chilling in the high places Dummy dust, dummy love Bloody cuffs, bloody hug Gimme neck, gimme lung Cutting checks, cutting tongue I'm lurking with the steak knife Surgery to space flight Bodies by the wayside Smoking on wood 'til I feel like a cabin I'm rollin' extendos My Glock full of habits I've got a hundred round drum in my jacket Might crack at your skull Fill you up with some lead like a basket Bali when I mask it Shawty full of acid Roll it never, pass it and I'm smoking all the gases Put you in a casket, and light it with matches Blood all on your gut, from the hollow in your passions Cut you with that stainless but hit you with that rusty chrome I ain't ever living painless My past is full of ghosts Ayy, I'm a rock star not a ghost Ten holes from the shotty bullets in my soul Said, fuck your set AR, got the weapon to your vest Like investments When I'm flipping checks Watch me flex I'm a spirit, suck me like a cigarette I've got chains now Covering all the tats up on my neck Blegh! Reaching for the light I got a feeling that it's stuck inside you Yeah, millipedes in the weeds Gold teeth on my cavities Where I live is where I go bleed What I see Can I witness the death of gravity? Superhuman senses I can smell the roses, iron fences Gold teeth on my cavities Yes, I am Pluto actually I don't murder for me, it's deliverance from your agony Reaching for the light I got a feeling that it's stuck inside you Lurching about in the land of the water coma cannibal crimes Breathing the filth in, reminiscent of better times On the gang