Jak Tripper - Carved Flies lyrics

(We are going to become one with God. We are going to have almost as much knowledge and almost as much power as God. Cloning and the reprogramming of DNA is the first serious step in becoming one with God.) [quote from Richard Seed] "As the ?? I absorb these tense lights. Fly k**er I am. I just fly kicks without wings, I absorb their soul." I'm hallucinogenic, ethical stimulant Dope-sick nauseous, morphine drone tranquilizer horse mix Black tar magician, opiate dissolve dilaudid My soul trying to punch through goose flesh but I fought it Synthetic android, undoored like taking dog piss Going thru withdrawals, I hung up like pork ribs Split from my corpses, I stab my monosynaptic twin, getting off concordant PsychCorp limbo, gravity room orbit Lead belly aortic, devil in the mirror My relection's got horns of an oryx Raps fall off reported Rap's become a phone-booth pact with cross gender, fake punk rebellion, Mummers' masquerading, fabricated rawness, I saw it Palpitating chest pain, dizziness, paralysis absorbing That's why I want to die peacefully after this next one's recorded Oh life's also one thing stupid and chuck full of boredom Once I go dormant, it's off to post-mortem Hello loved ones, sorry for your loss, at least I warned them My fan base aphobic, melancholic, poster of coke who*es and sore lips I got unleashed from a goner, cordless Like some biochemical octopus sorting cloned fetuses in jars in some factory farm raising Orifice of the sacred cannibal cow, beef eating gas plant hysteria dungeon prince Rabbit punch rejective art, I'm not for the public's bliss Intense care pain, repugnant blitz Pound of flesh for blood money Hit conference hall reptile republicans And not even the new underground trends can shut this ba*tard up From the self worship, Pangalactic Gargleblaster slug Deriving bathtub hooch, no chaser will make it past the tongue Groupies stick your a**es up Demons and angels, Jesus is gay Saints and sinners, my fan's hippy communes Testing electric Kool-aid lakes and rivers Radioactive rodent in the basement k**er The shock and awe jaw dropper, your face will freeze like ancient winter Mountain refuge (yeah), when the alunum comes This new movement s**s I chose to use paper like yours, but the ink is a human blood f** your computer buzz They think pink emo tight jeans is future grunge, I puke it up But NYC fumes from slums, pollution fuel the lungs I'll beat you to d**h with your diamond belt buckle j**el with stunts Til your vomiting stool and chunks These bacterial belladonnas get herded into flocks at shows and used as mules for d** Blindfold, sick filed flesh lines get disemboweled, binded Billy Towel tightrope Rung out, drunk with energy I recite flows, my human garment's tight yo Stomach lining soaked through under white robe On stage melting, I'm the black guitar man under white strobes Skull f**ing a virgin ??, albino I look at her d**h row with the mic Walrus came right bareback under white rhino I count flows, lines spit at you, drug abuse, journalism with typos I don't bite though, bitten by Xerox orgy overnight, drone flakes They're on to you when the phone rings Cyphers is more like fairies dancing in shroom ovals My prudence stone rings I hear supernatural agencies crowned with a sheep's head Skinned, brush throat and gold paint The goat king under the mountain Colorless I drop DDT from probed wings into night shade Deepthroat their stiffen bone sling Spurting back atropine, ultra virus, this is the way us trolls stay I sit in a center of pentacles chalked in basements Penstick six spin, pentasticks from a pagan Anti-Pentecostal agent Basilisk sponge bathed in blood Tubs of oxides fizzle flesh, souls baptized in barbital bases Boil intestines form up peptidases Deep peptic fumes erased from hog belly gastrics, dissolve entrails I fight the establishment from a mountain commune Adamant, pa**ionate, anti-modernized, anarchic activist Paper link battleship Human head trip sitting on crystal palace steps I don't mind like this for shock and awe Applause, I k** Faust and ask the devil permission to marry d**h Ever since I seen my termination date, appearing storm clouds pa**ing and I haven't slept I can't wait to leave this planet next like Spacey in K-PAX from a hospital Before I leave I'm giving all 600 hidden tracks to 'Deck Do something with them, and if you get my loot, use cash for bashed sets Make sure not to expose them to water til they manifest And melt the skin from your skeleton like hydrochloric acid bad explosion accidents