Joe LaPorta - Supercell lyrics

[Verse 1] Die already None defy the one-man walled city Stone made flesh, veins etched in his hands 88 stance draped in invasive plants And rain dance unsafely, brace for the supercell Mutiny or footage for your blooper reel, who can tell Pours hot tar from the top of the barn Necktie on his head, condor on his arm Dog Star in a jar, bordering unsustainable Mea culpa, mea culpa, maybe I should pray occult Systematic Catholic or sigil of the Baphomet unraveling Either way his ID show a snake and skull Always been a private dude who couldn't keep a tally Of which lies he told who Dye his hair, shave, change names and his lazy drawl Soon enough I will estrange you all I get ghost [Ghossssst] [Now the beat goes!] [Verse 2] On Dasher Half-dead carolers deck a hall, wreck a whole advent calendar Brother on speakerphone lurking at the Burgerville Bathrobe hammer toes murdering the curb appeal Would I be returning or forsaken with the craven and Carnivourous vegetation that take him for his Steak-umms I dunno I gotta think about it Truthfully I don't know which makes me a bigger coward Either stomach all the hubris, cash in his two cents Loose lips locked up over a chewed Eucharist Or, maybe re-appropriate the energy Holed up, pa**ing the poultry to Hecate Bullheaded burn out fled his own pedigree And never better, never would've met your Heaven anyway Anyway, merry merry go make soup out of bones Just know when the room go cold I'm a ghost [Ghossssst] G-H-O-S-T Ghost ghost ghost He's ghost [Verse 3] Flea comb, exorcism and de-worming Fitted for a curse and a crown of birds circling Search party falling forward unthwarted Meet him at the crossroads drawn and quartered For a master of puppets, how sad are his cupboards Non-dairy creamers, can of last supper And a runneth over cup full of black tap water Its a marvel of privacy over pack hunter Raspberry jelly on his Jesus toast And turn heather gray sweats into Easter clothes With no immediately measurable crimewave ice-age Christ children still skin a cat sideways I don't pick teams or administer bans I'm in the creek with a pick and a pan, it go Forcibly ejected or a voluntary d**h scene Tell 'em what the out-of-order blinking EMF mean Ghost [Ghossssst]