Lay low I fade slow, my flickering halo
Rip out the extension chord and put it round my throat
I get so lost in fantasies of black smoke
Please do blow me a big kiss before I choke
My chakras lit, pile of bones on which I sit
Done driven by the damn creed of a stampede, that seed I bleed I’m it damn
Subtract some fact that keeps you treading in shit
Rage quit with the stick, come get your penalty kick bleaugh
Dim obsession this depression operationalized
I gave my suffering a voice, a pair of legs, and some eyes
Endless unlit void remain my guide
Out my red guts does this black smoke rise
My spirit burns like a witch in the enlightenment era/I colonize like a crusader sadist spreading the terror/iller than Columbus you can call me the plague bringer/a grand wizard floats belly up up the river
Transgress, transgress Im doing my damn best
Attest to each ear and tooth on my necklace
A checklist of fears eaten for breakfast
A reckless coping mechansism fo ma stress
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