Scaffolds Armand Hammer & The Alchemist

[Intro]
Somebody need to hear this
Get their bodies right now, do it Lord

[Verse 1: billy woods]
Always late with the epiphanies
Like, "Might coulda handled that differently"
At least admit you had your hand in the misery
It's no mystery (It's no mystery)
Group therapy, I poured the kerosene in
Group watched the fire leap
A shred of truth is all a liar need
It all the burn the same when the fire feed (Do it Lord)
Men wrack our brains over past deeds
Indeed the ground's cold but the bones not deep
Wrapped in shower curtain or bed sheet, the bones picked clean
Heir apparent, I inherited a bloodstained throne for a seat
I can't afford not to believe in things unseen
But belief always been dangerous to me
Slumped in the last pew, the pulpit packed
The culprits beg and accuse, executioner dons a mask

[Interlude]
Somebody need to hear this
Get their bodies right now