Sin of the Calf

Glass was half empty even when he's in need
Sin Of The Calf, don't know what to believe
Easily swayed by a shiny new faith

Worshipping the bull, false prophets, fat pockets
Bacchus, intoxication, off my rocker
Maracas, got the twin sticks shaking like chihuahuas
I got the twin blades like I'm baraka
I got the iron on me, I'm a problem
I keep the knives on me like a chopper
So quit talkin'
Cloud walking like Anakin, leave you featureless as a mannequin
The amperage of the dark side with molten rocks
Hampered down by thoughts cold as Hoth
Mustafar my heart, must've burned away the frost
Mustard gas, my DNA mutated on the spot
Rearranged my consciousness, now my mind is lost
Walking up the path to a peak where tablets sit
Tripped along the pebbles with some acid tabs and lift
After risky journeys, thankful that you got to live

Only to find half the answers you needed
Only to find, that your feet were still bleeding
And you pleaded with God, but the stone cracked, you know that

Glass was half empty even when he's in need
Sin Of The Calf, don't know what to believe
Easily swayed by a shiny new faith

Only to find half the answers you needed
Only to find, that your feet were still bleeding
And you pleaded with God, but the stone cracked, you know that

Glass was half empty even when he's in need
Sin Of The Calf, don't know what to believe
Easily swayed by a shiny new faith