Type it doll bang head on wall of gravel
Sail swollen to the silver screen unspooled
call me I’m covered in carpet colony gold leaf
Feasting like police
Black talib like heat in or around the teeth
God’s dead we all know what it's about
I'm popping the top of his coffin to pull the gold out his mouth
The rhyme of the end of the line is a Horcrux
See the sides sundered and sigh for the end of history
Gothic guitar pick I got sick as a Gollum
on a Gatling gun guru gotta do it to the buildings
Florida thick heat vision obscuring
Sad feelings are the only things I bring back from these trips
Tense muscles scars like lightning a vampire's sup sent me
Born in the 70s, born in the 90s heaven and hell heave-ho
To the Cryer of blue eyes, July brings new lies truly a satyr with a heart of black lacquer
My silver mane, my super Saiyan, my sanguine satin stationary, my turban-wearing ginger brew my guitar pic dirty….
If you let me hit it home plate head spinning I am dressed in a human form come home
Baby I left the building I left the city I left this wilting somebody’s sunburn all my colors collecting
…… deserted grottos to Hyrule temple the shaolins ….
Solomon's temple I'm tempted secret century of Richard scary pocket full of Indulgences plenary …..
Of which they are representative and relic
it's coming up I'll break you
Sean Ryder great spider Angela's ashes Forty lashes
It's all gone wrong for you son
I'm at the taj mahal I'm ras al ghul