Look dusty and worn, yo you can see all these live on stage, he moved to New York and paid his f#cking high rent, yo, yo
You could live normal if death’s done right, journal entry one write, hands got caught red one night
Walkin’ out the woods from a fresh dumpsite, my courderoys got wet c#m white (eww), stains from spread blood types
I write dark sh#t, put fear in a sense, stabbed ’til my fist disappears in your chest
The murder sounds swell, dropped my formula in the town well, the machine ghost flow out shеll
Mouth water, from how the louse smеll, bird floor stink like sour wells
I spit the water, then bathe poor kids in, the faceform switches in the dawn of the day born different
Giving life light by eight sworn witches, faith more thin, crate mortician eight horn brimlit
Scalpin’ dead pale flesh open up desire, male witch trial I’m posted up in fire
Heads on sticks it shows from postin’ up in flyer, ceremonial bread soakin’ up in cider
This man is tragical. I can feel it, all around us now…
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