Moodie Black Death in LA (Pt. 2)

Tekst piosenki

We’re ready for the mass
Flame arrest black
The fabric of our dirt
The cattle lying flat
The belly of the wind
The Native Shiprock
The baddest in defiance
MOODIE Black stress
I think it matters where I static now
The FUCKING desert is a happy place
And for the masses I will give you things
I’ll do my dances and I swear I’ll rap

You are not dark
We are the highest order
Somewhere in LA
Fucking mass murder
Carriage in a moss
Lost in a mountain
Calvalry of blanks
Native humans coming
Prarie buried under bullet teeth and stuck in landscape
How is worn Apache black leather after thunder?
Me and Earth a bloody mess and full mass
Nothing underrepresented
Heavy on the master fader
Countless bitter rape of caverns
Copies of the never human
Soldering the master tapes
Elk hide and elder fat
Not a lot of friends out here
See you in the 20 after
But you will never find me…

LA
LA
LA