North of Corpus
Shadows form into hands
And dance like scissors across the top of the van
Intoxicated by the fever that builds and the hospital pill
I am free of this world
North of Corpus five inches from the Sun
Spilling out at both ends
Feeling like a dead many
I spent the day
Painting all the pavement
With pink and scum
Daydreaming that
My Father is breathing
Count to ten then run
First thing I'll do is scribble out the Sun
Cut the ceiling let it spill its guts
Can't stop these visions they come to me
Let me tell you what I see
I King Kong up the church steeple
Scream at the top of my lungs and wave guns at the wrong people
All you plastic pieces of shit
Can sit on my middle finger and spin
The heat's starting to get to me
As the van slithers across the sand
When they're gone well they're gone and they ain't comin back
You can count on that
Shadows form into hands
And dance like scissors across the top of the van
Intoxicated by the fever that builds and the hospital pill
I am free of this world
Hallucinations quicken
Unending crucifixion
Crown of sickness
Radiate my illness
First thing I'll do is scribble out the sun
Cut the ceiling let it spill its guts
Can't stop these visions they come to me
Let me tell you what I see
I am free of this world
Hallucinations quicken
Unending crucifixion
Crown of sickness
Radiate my illness
And dance like scissors across the top of the van
Intoxicated by the fever that builds and the hospital pill
I am free of this world
North of Corpus five inches from the Sun
Spilling out at both ends
Feeling like a dead many
I spent the day
Painting all the pavement
With pink and scum
Daydreaming that
My Father is breathing
Count to ten then run
First thing I'll do is scribble out the Sun
Cut the ceiling let it spill its guts
Can't stop these visions they come to me
Let me tell you what I see
I King Kong up the church steeple
Scream at the top of my lungs and wave guns at the wrong people
All you plastic pieces of shit
Can sit on my middle finger and spin
The heat's starting to get to me
As the van slithers across the sand
When they're gone well they're gone and they ain't comin back
You can count on that
Shadows form into hands
And dance like scissors across the top of the van
Intoxicated by the fever that builds and the hospital pill
I am free of this world
Hallucinations quicken
Unending crucifixion
Crown of sickness
Radiate my illness
First thing I'll do is scribble out the sun
Cut the ceiling let it spill its guts
Can't stop these visions they come to me
Let me tell you what I see
I am free of this world
Hallucinations quicken
Unending crucifixion
Crown of sickness
Radiate my illness
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Madara, Christian Fisher, Wyatt Mc Laughlin, Storm Strope
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