Jak Tripper - Stained Gla** lyrics

"We'll pray for those who proudly know their places" I took the opioids yawning If the bu*terflies in my stomach were cows I could start a dairy farm, spawn it I hoist corpses out of grave ditches before morning Bed draped in black like mourning Malevolent, conjuring witch Sick, derelict, heretic I feel this gift isn't a curse, it an inheritance A fire circus, animal prison, adrift at sea Abandoned by God, I turn to cannibalism I catapult victims at federation forts Earth was warned Triangular sky formations Take them band-aids off The church cloaked behind a Vatican cloth Crucifixions inverted Preferring body on or off the cross Rolling moss Poet ?? Fighting bouts of depression like Robert Frost Mushroom spores got everything looking glossed I'm a withdraw from codeine I'm styrofoam weak I got that hyrdomorph foam lean I'm huffing glue up On the moon digging dunes up Totally terraformed in the moon's crust 2x Squeeze heat in grills til teeth sparking Hang bodies like meat markets Hatchet in the middle of domes, give him two brains like Steve Martin Sleeves arming I carry cans, cuz the scene's garbage In the TV screen like ?? on that ?? carpet Leave complete armless Torsos like Greek artists I build worlds, make my own suns like indoor weed farming No dollars, I'm off the hook (freestyler) (Hook)