Tekst piosenki
Basquiat in flaming to a mood beat
The peace is so unfastened that it deathens to the humans
I do not believe in any words that says your race is what these people hardly like
Enough to burn you on a cross-wood
Make-believe the manger to the haggard heights
Of mangled taxidermied crows
The golden chains of whatever you’re doing
I was at the desert by my lift alone
Discussing with a vulture
When a hawk had led me to a bed of feathers
Balancing the bless you want with eldest dirt
Has hardened all my veins
That I had tethered to the stomach of our dream-world
You in in effect THE MASS
And I am part the wing of what the Hell’s assigned
To whatever the bells are fucking saying
Baby, you will have to be alone
While I am burning for the masses
And imploding in an android-less planet
I am not alone
And I will never be
So you can rest-assured I’m coming back on Jimmy Fallon with a vengeance
Fuck it
You never wanted me
Fuck it. Desert, Dirty, Dusty
Why the fuck you asking why the flame remains the same rot?
The name is moodie death the main refrain from all the noise cock
The rosary of passive murder, earners of American dead and rot in a church at the steeple-drenched in a massive black
You aren’t afraid of me are you bitch?
With your moss-colored fairy dust carriage in all its fucking glory
You are a medium fuck bastard that’s wanting to be hipster as the next death of massive fucks…
(Inaudible)
You never wanted me
Fuck it. Desert, Dirty, Dusty…
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