iii. Pyroclastic

I like dope things, horror, Tambora sulfur smoke rings
Border on encroaching hoarder holdings
No order, no cap, hold back by no strings, oh snap
Scenic with a kodak, immortal for a flash only
Pyroclastic flow, yes I'm a biohazard, yo
And know that I can go higher than cytoplasmic snow
Yeah it's casual, for Loowit the lust of capital
Just magical music, the soul compatible is Kubric, soul is flammable
Feel like Scorcese more lately
Avalanche movement advance subdue-ment of war Babies
I'm the auteur, controller of kings, pimps, whores, ladies, queens, nymphs
Temptress somewhere along in the sequence
I'm relentless even to my headless heathens
leave them with a slice of bread and a Single wheat thin
No uncovering, already know IRS govern bereft of reason
Endless seasons, I'll stand here and smile 'till things end

Pyroclastic, I'm a biohazard with Spyro's magic melting gat clips
Never spiral backwards, down with a collapsing sound
In front of camera propaganda, don't stop because the action's now
Don't blink, don't flop, don't think no thoughts
Don't speak, don't weep in front of the police
The cops of industry will knock your teeth
Debauchery washing your inner peace, your energy is watery

One to the hospital, one to the morgue
One more going gung-ho, opposing soldier's swords
Oh my lord, it's impossible to bottle and still harder to report
And so what follows is an arsenal and article of war
It's the pressure tectonic, demolish the Drexler and the Sonics
Provide the firestorm torrent, bring forth the weather that's upon us
Need a side to cry upon, I'll lean north to be honest
Motherfucker? Harbinger of death? I'm a martyr in the flesh
And it's harder to harbor regrets than to heartlessly barter debts
And y'all are set, involving threats, carcass wholly involved and yet
Both unholy and solemn jet when I'm left unsullied
Bet my whines and cries addressed as fun foleys to entertain
I arrive, the industry it never change
No inquiry 'bout the cyanides, the matter is on my mind unlike Zion I
It's sad that pretty bright caps from the firefight blind and distract

Pyroclastic, I'm a biohazard with Spyro's magic melting gat clips
Never spiral backwards, down with a collapsing sound
In front of camera propaganda, don't stop because the action's now
Don't blink, don't flop, don't think no thoughts
Don't speak, don't weep in front of the police
The cops of industry will knock your teeth
Debauchery washing your inner peace, your energy is watery