Search results for 'vatic'

courageous
It's highly contagious
Who could leave them unsung
 
If they're too vatic for your taste
Or just too radical
I don't mean maybe
You fear

visto un cirujano
Mi hermano si yo le gano la 'esgrano 
Le paso el peine de banano (prrrr)
Yo quiero ser el papa de ese vatic-ano
Contigo yo no quiero

the vatic
But you never had it
So show me the fake love I know you have it
Fuck I don’t wanna bring it back
Don’t tell me how you feel no it’s really like

village of the damned be safe

Behind a human mask, a beast awaits
Seeking an ancient scripture, an open gate
It hides in the shadows, fighting a vatic

If I'm too vatic for you liking
Chew me up and spit me out
It comes in waves without real timing
To wash away all of your doubts

Memorabilia

wanna rebuild, but we got the wrong schematic
So let the blank fill, then we plan for the vatic

We got all these skills, but our moves make infractions

Making the biggest sacrifices from Crispus Attucks
To the absence of Simon of Cyrene from the Vatic
Want the dignity to my name, fuck all the fame
I'm just

Phlegmatic statics act like dogmatic vatic manics
Automatic rapid antics from frantic pragmatic addicts
I've had it with these avid and arrogant vapids
Keep

for the factions 
Whose heresy
Is revealing the error

A sacrifice to the awakened
Whispers inside the vatic slums

More than a pale contradiction

Constantine regime follow me to dodge the static
As prophecy utters up words beyond vatic
Particular vernacular architectural words
Your Soddy foundation

anything, I tried to explain
Because on the page, one step removed, I can avert my gaze
Swallowed alive by the great wolf, my vatic muse
I shall return

my eyes and hold my tears back through the pain
And every night this dire vatic dream
Doesn’t forsake, but only hunts me
Making me suffer cause I can’t

The vatic lines

Which in those ears and in
Those thin, those spended hearts
Took on color, took on shape and the size
Of things as they are
And spoke

oaken lecture, the lowest mutter
As arbiters to be fabled they are

The sprig spoketh the quoth
Vatic spew of angular mast
Prescient orator underpinning

pathetic
My grind is static
My vibe is vatic
Just know if I said it
Said it I meant
No manager I still manage
Got no intention to change
Eyes turning red