Elephants trample the noise.
Stampede rich I'm feeling their poise.
Junglyst maybe these twitching animals salute the void.
We will get trampled a bunch taking your brain to brunch.
Will the poachers annihilate the meeting reschedule you for lunch?
They'll dice up blocks of meat and print you out a life receipt.
Waterfalls of dousing blood, pinned up flesh flood.
You'll get your animal sandwich a family of fucked up mutagens.
We should lock them up and make food of them.
But what if we did, do you think they'd taste good?
Cannibalistic rotisserie It's words like this got you pissed at me.
Putting those farmers up on my plate.
I don't give a fuck if they've got mouth to feed their operation is hate.
Round up making this felonious bologna.
It's a grease pit, I'm done with it, lets mop it up, this death cup.
Bottoms up your slurping, bubbled quick and now you're burping.
If you're marching up the grate, cut the throat retaliate.
I've learned a lot from the duality of this reality.
Chaos will render peace and unfortunate fallacy.
Darkness always pulling at the fringes, it unhinges the light.
Asking you to fight the twilight as it advances.
Fuck the circumstances.
Circumstantially speaking I'm tired of hearing screaming.
Watching all this makeup run.
Labs are dropping steadily, burning cages heavily.
Heavenly speaking our spirits are leaking the essence of Gods.
Light and dark are at eternal odds.
Balance is key.
If you're asking me about the suffering,
Doing nothing is the same as doing nothing is the same as doing nothing.
The God inside your Head is my God
We are one death birth life
One force dark light us God.