Where the moss grows out When the people come I can take the cops I can k** dem the things When I'm feeling bad I can lock my doors I can f** my girl I can Paris out What the d**h it is? Stop the powdered skies Let the people wash Let the vultures fly Where the Res is at? What the f** is that? I'm-a drive away At the door of black The bloom of doom the height Of fitted masks and barely ask To bask in caskets in the fast Of gas to pa** the hide The rain is barely what it used to But the birds are fed I always wonder why my head darks And I'm hating others
The Earth in cellophane the plains in veins Of human science I've probably hurt a tree or two OK Ma**ive as the breath of totems buried I'm rarely thinking bout the animals I'm stacking No this isn't hippie Think without the villain Maybe you'll be famous Maybe we can change this Later we can argue Melting all the weapons Vision quest the country Cry into the sun f** Carry what the f** we wanna be about Walk until the soles of us is burning The ma**es never care when you're an idol And pa**ive as the feathers of the grounded