Inside the winds of the stress tornado...in drug I trust
Inside the winds of the stress tornado...in electric I trust
Inspired by myself and the intoxicated enlightened-self
STATICKSTATICKSTATICK
I dared to cross a few lines to discover the coals
Which roast the secrecy...
Call me a pagan if that means if it means I am
The crooked stick in your path
I am that bastard..I took that oath
A razor tongue could fuck you till you bleed!
Full of lust and a bad attitude...
Its all so raw and silver
Dont try to cover up the bleeding
You cant disguise a sea
Dont accept a "seal" of nothing
Listen to the faint musick
A nightmare soul...
Sold me a wound...
So I torched the tyrant...
And taught the thief!
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