Icarus Cult - The Craft lyrics

[Verse 1] Red and blue cyclones Blind my Kaleidoscope Scripture adjacent to ancient tomes, astral plains We roam, ride surfin' on cynide from the foam On ya calloused To ya inner soul Got no, got no chill (nah) But 'em Pyroblasts, come at you like instant cast Only 1/3 of the cast Like them autographs, on that Plastor, preludin' to when we had cla** Promote ya page Guess we skipped that Paper weight to pounds then flip that Box cutter to planes Powers that be No not federal G I'm chantin' bout we Planned that Panic Caught in a kitchen All I do is sandbag This for the ones Wiht the burns from the rims of all 9 circles Lust had me in hurdles (Goddamn!) Gotta Succubus Gushin like Squirtle, ridin' while I'm playin' unstable portals [Hook] Through this craft we immortals x 5 Standard of vanity we Proudly black out our Iris Suspensions from hills higher than Cyprus More like Dover Explored her crevices Mars rover Whipped up Gubbins from scratch f** Stoeffer Plunderin' the hills of Rhohan But I'mma ranger, with a encryption on the hilt right on my saber Nefilibata in this b**h Like Orlando and Gators go on prep ya next one Take my word I'mma Satyr Infernal f**in' path, pig carca** don't cover this face Its' been sewed Sold, to the Old Ones wretched divine f**in' race H.R Giger can't illustrate What flows in these veins Tri beam cannon honed in on their core You just a cuck dats sore from all that peggin' For that bogo, you in store Lurked outta haunted shores Now I creep solo