Wasteland Zenith
It is slime all the time
I am feeling alright
Go ahead and peek in my mind
You don't want to do that, do you?
NO NO!
Burning frost on a witch siren saturday
Or maybe I hear voices like Hathaway
Castaway half asleep, half awake
The number of snakes is my escape
And I'll eradicate plush white horses
With social rigor mortis and unimportance
Trust is a luxury, I can't afford it
But leave teeth lodged in a shitty clitoris
Slumpers on the bus saying I'm trashy
But broom stick boredoms can't outmatch me
Longpig skin stretchers can't outlast me
Bumble body busy bee's can't out-task me
Never relaxing inside smoke screens
Phantasm coats soaked in woke dreams
I can't care less if you're feeling me
I'm feeling free
It is slime all the time
I am feeling alright
Go ahead and peek in my mind
You don't want to do that, do you?
NO NO!
Lunatic travels dragged on gravel
Spinal cord rope goes up cold castles
And avoid jackals, devoid of astral
Quiet in corners, blood thirsty, bashful,
Shunned, dejected and beyond tired
Black lungs shatter, stability retired
On accident burners like Richard Prior
Sawtooth slime kills the souls of liars
Bellicose tongues are held by pliers
Turning adoration into funeral pyres
Two faced drivers sucking off hair dryers
Eyeballs held above lighters
Worst case scenaria, Poe trash
Pockets full of harsh vibes and retro cash
I've left dead in Ohio like C S and Nash
All pain bleeds fast...
I am feeling alright
Go ahead and peek in my mind
You don't want to do that, do you?
NO NO!
Burning frost on a witch siren saturday
Or maybe I hear voices like Hathaway
Castaway half asleep, half awake
The number of snakes is my escape
And I'll eradicate plush white horses
With social rigor mortis and unimportance
Trust is a luxury, I can't afford it
But leave teeth lodged in a shitty clitoris
Slumpers on the bus saying I'm trashy
But broom stick boredoms can't outmatch me
Longpig skin stretchers can't outlast me
Bumble body busy bee's can't out-task me
Never relaxing inside smoke screens
Phantasm coats soaked in woke dreams
I can't care less if you're feeling me
I'm feeling free
It is slime all the time
I am feeling alright
Go ahead and peek in my mind
You don't want to do that, do you?
NO NO!
Lunatic travels dragged on gravel
Spinal cord rope goes up cold castles
And avoid jackals, devoid of astral
Quiet in corners, blood thirsty, bashful,
Shunned, dejected and beyond tired
Black lungs shatter, stability retired
On accident burners like Richard Prior
Sawtooth slime kills the souls of liars
Bellicose tongues are held by pliers
Turning adoration into funeral pyres
Two faced drivers sucking off hair dryers
Eyeballs held above lighters
Worst case scenaria, Poe trash
Pockets full of harsh vibes and retro cash
I've left dead in Ohio like C S and Nash
All pain bleeds fast...
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Writer(s): Wolfie Warship
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