J.robb - Black Sun lyrics

Send help when you hear this transmission Lost in a flank ocean full of statisticians You can spoon feed me clarity or send me to therapy Wind in my willows and I'm on my way Marilyn Body full of toxins since the cleanse the day before Fueling the fight to keep the spirits out the door Napalm in my palm, [?] for sure Stay calm in these songs melodically matured Pure as uncut Colombian, sensible potentiable I might just crack If I hear another decibel of syllables and ad-libs Wiped of a plant bibs here's of the tag kids But what can we do, we're rolling back the time like we shattered the odometer Would not make sense if visions were truly ocular The big black binoculars, follow me through alley ways Bruises on my arm, had a mailstorm of a stormy day Jigsaw come out and play Swimming in the sand dunes Looking for my uncle in a VHS of Looney Tunes To relive the glory years Hold back the reary tears that left my body when you vanished of the stratosphere Father, son forever till the carbon atoms dominate Liquor through the liver till the warm harded past your breaks plastered of of Russian cages, yelling "this is my house" If anyone have seen him let me know bout his whereabouts Could easily be me before my 30th birthday Buried in the soil where the seeds of the earth lay Married to the foil that were wrapped around my chest And persistent till the point that you would think I was obsessed Scabs on my fist but never cuts on my wrists That fatal first attraction with Sarine dipedis It was brought about by [?] and mewled by Oedipus Singing songs about the snake bite that tasted venomous Have you ever smelled chaos Soldier sold for ten blank faces as a payoff Burned 11 copies of Ferris Bueller's Day Off But over consumed like a fat Bernie made off I'm the last person to be lectured on sacrifice You're all just tiny grades and one big burl sack of rice Ants and the periphery, bamboo to the back to create the perfect symphony Scales on the body of the rainbow fish A yellow sun and gold coins like a young kids wish From playing head-shoulders-knees-and-toes-knees-and-toes To the deconstruction of where the red fur truly grows I know where it truly grows