Basquiat in flaming to a mood beat
The peace is so unfastened that it deathens to the humans
I do not believe in any words that says your race is what these people hardly like
Enough to burn you on a cross-wood
Make-believe the manger to the haggard heights
Of mangled taxidermied crows
The golden chains of whatever you're doing
I was at the desert by my lift alone
Discussing with a vulture
When a hawk had led me to a bed of feathers
Balancing the bless you want with eldest dirt
Has hardened all my veins
That I had tethered to the stomach of our dream-world
You in in effect THE MASS
And I am part the wing of what the Hell's a**igned
To whatever the bells are f****** saying
Baby, you will have to be alone
While I am burning for the masses
And imploding in an android-less planet
I am not alone
And I will never be
So you can rest-a**ured I'm coming back on Jimmy Fallon with a vengeance
f*** it
You never wanted me
f*** it. Desert, Dirty, Dusty
Why the f*** you asking why the flame remains the same rot?
The name is moodie death the main refrain from all the noise c***
The rosary of passive murder, earners of American dead and rot in a church at the steeple-drenched in a massive black
You aren't afraid of me are you b****?
With your moss-colored fairy dust carriage in all its f****** glory
You are a medium f*** b****** that's wanting to be hipster as the next death of massive f****...
(Inaudible)
You never wanted me
f*** it. Desert, Dirty, Dusty...
The peace is so unfastened that it deathens to the humans
I do not believe in any words that says your race is what these people hardly like
Enough to burn you on a cross-wood
Make-believe the manger to the haggard heights
Of mangled taxidermied crows
The golden chains of whatever you're doing
I was at the desert by my lift alone
Discussing with a vulture
When a hawk had led me to a bed of feathers
Balancing the bless you want with eldest dirt
Has hardened all my veins
That I had tethered to the stomach of our dream-world
You in in effect THE MASS
And I am part the wing of what the Hell's a**igned
To whatever the bells are f****** saying
Baby, you will have to be alone
While I am burning for the masses
And imploding in an android-less planet
I am not alone
And I will never be
So you can rest-a**ured I'm coming back on Jimmy Fallon with a vengeance
f*** it
You never wanted me
f*** it. Desert, Dirty, Dusty
Why the f*** you asking why the flame remains the same rot?
The name is moodie death the main refrain from all the noise c***
The rosary of passive murder, earners of American dead and rot in a church at the steeple-drenched in a massive black
You aren't afraid of me are you b****?
With your moss-colored fairy dust carriage in all its f****** glory
You are a medium f*** b****** that's wanting to be hipster as the next death of massive f****...
(Inaudible)
You never wanted me
f*** it. Desert, Dirty, Dusty...