Verse 1 (Elemental Zazen):
Swallow the darts with a hollow heart
Tip the bottle meet the maker’s mark till the sorrow stops
Follow the motto until tomorrow’s bought
Caught the crooked cop and the narc in the parking lot (Parting shot)
Feed em to the starving sharks at the start of dark
Never call em off
Fuck what you thought
It’s ready to spark
Set a fire to the Molotov
And say your remarks
Liars in the pyre admire how the bodies embark
Sitting on the asphalt falling apart and lost
Nobody cares or monitors
Can’t figure out the reason for stain on the polymer
Unidentified by the coroner
Not a single mourner just another soldier trapped in the corridor
Can’t adapt like a foreigner
Sheep to a slaughter never understood the warning or the order the beliefs of gomorroh
On the street corner cheap marijuana got the smack for the habit I repeat as a warrior
Sure to leave you grasping for air
I ain't got a fucking ration to spare
Not even a single fraction to share
Deep in your dreams where the demon appears
It’s the reason I’m here
Make you disappear when the beating is near
Feast on your fear
It’s the beast you revere
Beneath the diseased sheet
Is the key to your tears
A priest holding an antique sphere
Say a prayer to his feet and cheat death for at least a year
Swallow the darts with a hollow heart
Tip the bottle meet the maker’s mark till the sorrow stops
Follow the motto until tomorrow’s bought
Caught the crooked cop and the narc in the parking lot (Parting shot)
Feed em to the starving sharks at the start of dark
Never call em off
Fuck what you thought
It’s ready to spark
Set a fire to the Molotov
And say your remarks
Liars in the pyre admire how the bodies embark
Sitting on the asphalt falling apart and lost
Nobody cares or monitors
Can’t figure out the reason for stain on the polymer
Unidentified by the coroner
Not a single mourner just another soldier trapped in the corridor
Can’t adapt like a foreigner
Sheep to a slaughter never understood the warning or the order the beliefs of gomorroh
On the street corner cheap marijuana got the smack for the habit I repeat as a warrior
Sure to leave you grasping for air
I ain't got a fucking ration to spare
Not even a single fraction to share
Deep in your dreams where the demon appears
It’s the reason I’m here
Make you disappear when the beating is near
Feast on your fear
It’s the beast you revere
Beneath the diseased sheet
Is the key to your tears
A priest holding an antique sphere
Say a prayer to his feet and cheat death for at least a year
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