Lyrics:
heard from him again
Offer, offer, it was not an unreasonable offer
But it made me hungry
For victuals could not raise nor buy
I feel voxish,
the countdown, this is the Future
This is Doomsday, this is the last stage you're on
You're at your own victuals
This is the altar for God, in hearts of all of who
burning bright in every 'longshore home
The windows sparkled clear, and the chimneys volleyed out
And I vow we sniffed the victuals as the vessel went about
and consume from his bosom
For he is loving and shares all his victuals
A new god, a just god, and not just a simulacrum
Like the old gods before him
He was man
heaven sent I keep the tool
Mickey Mousecatools made them fools look like gouls
They only want my bread I'm not talking victuals
Mental manipulation is
knowledge turns to trivial
And the silence gets unlivable
That exorbitant existence is some suboptimal subsistence
And victuals are more visceral
When a lady
Niggas get eaten like pussy, like victuals
Set an example, I'll give em a visual
Blood on the floor
Blood on my claws
FMJ
Hollow Tip crawl through
Critical
Tryna quit this shit has been my ritual
Got to the point where I'm thinking this time is pitiful
Still to this day I'm needing my damn victuals
the victuals and praise for the moon
She kneels at the altar and takes up the knife
Says "remember this night"
I lay her down by the fireside
I show her how we
My pain perpetual
order of the flaming star
We feast upon your victuals
Seers of the starlight
Prophesize
Seven flames
Burning eyes
Heavens claims
I changed,
Now a n***a moving biblical.
- I've been taking Vitamin,
Taking in some victual.
- I cannot be analytical,
It will end up critical
-
keep the tool
Mickey Mousecatools made them fools look like gouls
They only want my bread I'm not talking victuals
Mental manipulation is what I went
In the dark I breath
Poisoned blood circulating in my grayed out veins
Gives me power, wakeing up my soul day by day
Venom in my victuals kills
that comes wdefeat
Victuals of cynicism are crowding in my brain
Corroded geniuses that stayed in the game
The night has ripened from a laborious day
not playing basketball
Hoops with no rims, pants is loosened
Giving us pills and spoons for the victuals
Ruining the rituals, keeping us ill
Living
The fallen fruitage from the tree
Victuals with until they need.
But can they overcome the greed?
The life is pray of their will.
Too little fiddle with instrumentals and the mic now
Flipping my mental to the essentials and its light out
Nibble the victuals that I brought to you
I will make these fine mistakes
It might take years to fix them
But today the are bandaids
The Cedar Sod Ritual
Twisted laurels as victuals
It was
and prices they double
And nothing is as I could wish it to be
It's sweeping at six and it's dusting at seven
It's victuals at eight, and it's dishes
Yeah this is habitual
My hands on your body
Performing their ritual
I treat you like victuals
But first say my grace
Because that thang is biblical
I
Chorus
The Carnage over
All Butchering done
Gathering Leftovers
Enchained and drawn
Legions weary
From the grand Bloodshed
Future Victuals secured
Return
pictures of distress
A cleaver sticks in the costal bones
Palatable ordure of a palid body
Habit forming nosologic interest
Fragrant numb victuals to digest
to digest
This purulent victual with which I'm obsessed
Greedily binging on glistening turds
As gristle and fat form globular curds
Pulsating liver is
your vital strength
You are our strength, our might
Our breathing victuals
Here is the key to the afterworld
Dare you open those gates
To find
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