OnlyOne - Weaver lyrics

[Verse: OnlyOne] What's a true soldier's demeanor? Has to protect (Or) receiving the act of d**h (for) people they haven't met Sleeping with past regrets, we grieving while they leave us in caskets dead Souls screaming while trapped in webs Bleeding arachnid fangs, eating a rattlesnake A poisonous asp creeping out of a gra**y hedge Into a pharaoh's bed, kidnapping sparrow's eggs Flint knapping arrowheads The winter put the bear to rest in a cave of rock I'm just a grain of salt, that's inside a ocean I wish I could stop time at moments Where life is frozen like a totem There's nothing like atonement If the people you love don't likely know it, it's time you told them Psilocybin growing on the vines below me Fire smoke blaring, tearing fibers open In the very nicest clothing This pair of dice I'm rolling either get me to paradise or Folsom Got a pair of lungs but the air inside 'em smokin' And I got a stomach but it's filled with parasites and ulcers OK Corral shootout, desert cactus Cowhide rattlesnake patches on leather jackets Buzzards in the sky, rope hanging a bandit In Heaven we all get to pick our own planets Outlaws dueling it out one-handed Tumbleweed pa**es, Schofields get brandished Ranches on the pastures have their cattle branded Underneath the stars like sheriff badges Log cabin in the woods, Buck Knife and hatchet Arrowheads sink in the sand and then vanish Hieroglyphics in the thicket of my notepad A thousand years ago, I would've scribbled on a stone slab We red giants, you white dwarfs Give me a moment of dead silence for Guy Fawkes On July 4th on a high horse, slashing into your high scores Like samurai swords, I wore The Emperor's robe on a yellow brick road And earned the Epirus Bow from petrified snow My name's etched on a oak in Elephant Grove I'm skinning a elk for the clothes, wearing feathers from crows My guardian angellically spoke It would make Mount St. Helens explode and melt all the snow I'm happy if Hell is my home Cause the day that I actually get there, it'll be 11 below I'm defending my own, they should've left him alone I'm deflecting their blows then collecting their bones Everyone knows: my thoughts pouncing over heads And hounding post defenses, counting ghosts in Heaven Boundaries overstepping, housing loaded weapons This how I'm gon' set it, so now you know the method