Jak Tripper - Barn Axe lyrics

Something wicked this way comes, the wind was cold The snow blew through the hair of the heads staked to the picket post Bordering the moat, starting to decompose And the stench of corrosion was so strong that any imposing army who approached came to a sudden halt And headed back towards their rowboats docked at the gulf The left flank didn't hold Bodies slumped over bodies in rows Being picked at by crows When the bat-like wings grow from the vitamins and the continence of my backbone, I'll flap home I keep a skull collection like forensic lab experts And hide like excerpts from Ted Bundy's biography to online computer networks I study pathology and send perverted photos of me spackled with blood to Kesler Star crossed wizard Move to a ski-lot in Colorado and murder middle-aged Caucasians in a turtleneck sweatshirt I scream at corpses so loud that it comes back from d**h first for a sec, then dies after its gestures A Willy Wonka tab tongue open the wet works, factory burning black smoke from chimney centers (2x) Excuse me sir, do you think murder's an art? But of course Do you think happiness is being in the dark? But of course Is the chainsaw really your choice of weapon? But of course Do you really levitate heads during sessions? But of course I chill alone though with a group of one Emit odors of diesel fuel like a truck drivers let it have with oil stains on the front You can forget about feelings of goosebumps I'll make your flesh crawl of off your muscle form in loose chunks, elephant trunk Albanac's sitting in corn husks During the witching months on which they birth the cursed from the scorn crust Ruddy pitchforks stuck in haystacks and brusk, covered in sawdust Modus Operandi, bodies caught in reservoir channel currents and found floating up topside On the shore-way a rowboat covered in cross line Making stab wounds, I angle cuts, I battle my inner demons with angel dust Tea leaf, basil lumps, workman's gloves, lumber axe stuck inside of a maple trunk So everything now is marmalade Would you like me to show you how much fertilizer my garden takes And explain the reason why there's an odor coming from beneath my apartment space But you'll have to be paved in by concrete, hardest way (2x) Excuse me sir, do you think murder's an art? But of course Do you think happiness is being in the dark? But of course Is the chainsaw really your choice of weapon? But of course Do you really levitate heads during sessions? But of course Now first of all let's set this straight No my head isn't exactly on all the way, see my neck is taped! I'm about to drag the bodies I dissect today to a snuff-studio in L.A And stop hardcore fans from stress and rage I'll come so close to your face with a chainsaw Before you die you'll be able to see your reflection in the metal blades Let's take time to gather negative aura's, I'm an oblivious fool To all of my education I occupied Speculite in alternative schools I hate conforming to rules I still tie roller cuffs on my jeans cause I'm the one who thinks it's cool The 60's rule If I lived then, I wouldn't be here having all of these intelligent conversations with you I wouldn't be able to make it through Cause I would've dropped more acid as a person than all of the Beatles in the crew I'm sick, and walk around bald, shaking from cancer treatment and radiation wearing a Bandana like a leukemia patient That's why my eyebrows are painted So I always look like I'm surprised and elated (2x) Excuse me sir, do you think murder's an art? But of course Do you think happiness is being in the dark? But of course Is the chainsaw really your choice of weapon? But of course Do you really levitate heads during sessions? But of course