sat in the rain for about 3hrs for some unknown reason

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lyrics

“sat in the rain for about 3hrs for some unknown reason”

Kings spend their lives surrounded in material gleam
Born and cursed by material beings
Buried eternal by material things
Resurrected as materials for being

Magicians & Charlatans break bread and dull blade ends over education of the unknowingly known

All the best super powers are negro-proof

Boy
Speak when you talk
You spillin' dribble on your bib and shaking hands
And serving plates
I glimly turn away while hiding a snide pouty face

Feels like I'm trampling through Midgar again
Searching for a church to lay my burdens down in
Nerdy skullkid ever searchin' for the Giga Homies in a 3 foot Materia-pool

Won't you baptize me?

Won't you baptize me?
On the blackest of nights when the king kills the fool
I'm drowning in industrial smog either way
If it doesn't kill me the smoke will just heal me up
So beam me up
I said I've had enough

Won’t you baptize me?

Snogging children losing interest in the foreplay by the fireplace
In that black lace
They wanna fade til the hairline's a myth
And bangarang until the next spliff is lit or a seizure hits
Stompin' out a roach quick
Watch the vitals violently squish
Administer sin to pull the pin and explode in endorphins

It's a cycle once trifle now porched in and domestic
I cradle the perfect weapon and sell intelligence to the dead-drone

I'd rather die than be lonely and I'm a lonely motherfucker

Posing naked for art is like posing naked, for art, and my arms are getting tired
Rusty pistons cant keep holding this position
I've got a deck of cards full of respawning Monster Reborn's
Casting thorns in your tender brush and those dead teeth

Stay reekin' steeper than a teabag of reekfish oils

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from tr0glodyte​.​BurialGround, released November 20, 2017

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