Acid Earth

Acid earth I'm the lone soul survivor My existence non-existant there's no one around for miles The yellow brick road leads to a town that's made of spirals Where children use to visit but is present tensely silent No action like a predicate that underscores the sentence I weld the sword of omens cut heads off for redemption I've had my heart broken by a few deceptive wenches Just cross em off the list that's why we call them x's Time is too valuable to waste kuz it ain't endless Forever means infinity and loving me is madness Catch feelings than make her do my bidding like a henchmen Then I wrap my hands around her throat just like a necklace She likes it when I choke and I'm pokin her intestines Baby look me in the eyes when you're sucking my erection No additives all natural with no chemical dependence A bangin blowjob cured my clinical depression When I finally die and I'm locked inside my casket cursed This view of dirt's spectacular As I slowly unravel over time into the soil and become one with mother nature in the afterlife I see Ezekial the angel Words paint the picture of this beautiful acid earth I'm so underground I'm actually under the dirt A no zombie guarantee backed by the coroner Each brush stroke is filled with vivid psychedelic visuals I'm the master of the universe and every fucking galaxy I'm hard to read like burnt-out stars and practising astronomy I'm looking for some middle ground somewhere I can plant my feet I'm exhausted and I need a place to knee collapse and finally scream Every day my PTSD tortures me Like some kind fucked up spell what the hell's this sorcery? Wallowing in misery like my grandpop in Normandy The sites he must of seen was absolute insanity Trying to find a balance between the holocaust and harmony Every now and then even misery loves company My blank canvas comes in the form of audio Ghosts sound like static in a stereo Laughing at myself kuz my jokes are hysterical David's such a riot lol I wrote this song on extasy outside in the freezin cold Staring at the stars thru my macintosh kolidaphone When I finally die and I'm locked inside my casket cursed This view of dirt's spectacular As I slowly unravel over time into the soil and become one with mother nature in the afterlife I see Ezekial the angel Words paint the picture of this beautiful acid earth I'm so underground I'm actually under the dirt A no zombie guarantee backed by the coroner Each brush stroke is filled with vivid psychedelic visuals