Fliptrix - Land of the Lost lyrics
[Fliptrix - Land of the Lost lyrics]
Personified madness metal jabs extract
The mescaline from cactus
Calling with a lost soul
With telepathic sadness banishing the status
Offered them a graphic atlas
Thought patterns captured in
The stratosphere’s blackness
Where man appear fractured
Chatting to arachnids
I pear down the barrel of a can
And sat handcuffed the manufactured mantras
Battling with spirit's till they
Transform to panthers
That claw through atoms till they
Pull guts from blankness
Patterns on a blank canvas that formed cancer
Warnings here with no answеr
Dramatic light clashing antlers of dead
Deer’s looking at your banquet
Feelings gеt emphatic when panic
Buttons get tampered
Dreams getting sunk to the
Bottom with skunk anchors
When permeated energies murder
Your ghost chakras
And stowaways are stuck on this
Vessel that goes backwards
I’m living for this minute but
Hoping I don’t have to
The planets still spinning and
Dripping in gold magma
Till I froze the globe and
Then shattered it's whole stature
Finally, toe tag ya
Is this real is it not
Does my heartbeat has it stopped
Am I really here? Am I gone?
Am I living in the land of the lost
Mushrooms grown philosophers stone
Impacted through my dome
Like chemical pheromones
Immortality’s grappling with the moats
So never will I crash in
A catacomb up in Rome got voices in my head
On a deafening megaphone
That I pledge were not alone
Melancholic mythologies sets the tone
As the devil’s tongue spoke
And the knife made the ice
Slice right through my throat
Then evaporated to the heaven
Finishing the show on the colosseum steps
Where the stench of death grows
On this one-way voyage where
The exit stay closed
Where you never get hello just
A death stare to go
Rheumatism from my head unto my toes
So reactions getting slowed but
The catalyst unknown
What’s happening bone crackling
Just jamming with a bag of peng
Hammering, the last nail in my
Coffin at my wake staggering
Clinging to the damaged wings of angels
As I pack it in
Is this real is it not does my heartbeat
Has it stopped am I really here?
Or am I gone?
Or am I living in the land of the lost?
Yeah, yeah in the land of the lost
The mescaline from cactus
Calling with a lost soul
With telepathic sadness banishing the status
Offered them a graphic atlas
Thought patterns captured in
The stratosphere’s blackness
Where man appear fractured
Chatting to arachnids
I pear down the barrel of a can
And sat handcuffed the manufactured mantras
Battling with spirit's till they
Transform to panthers
That claw through atoms till they
Pull guts from blankness
Patterns on a blank canvas that formed cancer
Warnings here with no answеr
Dramatic light clashing antlers of dead
Deer’s looking at your banquet
Feelings gеt emphatic when panic
Buttons get tampered
Dreams getting sunk to the
Bottom with skunk anchors
When permeated energies murder
Your ghost chakras
And stowaways are stuck on this
Vessel that goes backwards
I’m living for this minute but
Hoping I don’t have to
The planets still spinning and
Dripping in gold magma
Till I froze the globe and
Then shattered it's whole stature
Finally, toe tag ya
Is this real is it not
Does my heartbeat has it stopped
Am I really here? Am I gone?
Am I living in the land of the lost
Mushrooms grown philosophers stone
Impacted through my dome
Like chemical pheromones
Immortality’s grappling with the moats
So never will I crash in
A catacomb up in Rome got voices in my head
On a deafening megaphone
That I pledge were not alone
Melancholic mythologies sets the tone
As the devil’s tongue spoke
And the knife made the ice
Slice right through my throat
Then evaporated to the heaven
Finishing the show on the colosseum steps
Where the stench of death grows
On this one-way voyage where
The exit stay closed
Where you never get hello just
A death stare to go
Rheumatism from my head unto my toes
So reactions getting slowed but
The catalyst unknown
What’s happening bone crackling
Just jamming with a bag of peng
Hammering, the last nail in my
Coffin at my wake staggering
Clinging to the damaged wings of angels
As I pack it in
Is this real is it not does my heartbeat
Has it stopped am I really here?
Or am I gone?
Or am I living in the land of the lost?
Yeah, yeah in the land of the lost