Jakprogresso - Approaching Smog lyrics
[Jakprogresso - Approaching Smog lyrics]
"When the Devil buys a soul
He marks the person's flesh, so we will
Know him! Leave such a mark, his
Prick no blood will flow, no pain be felt!"
The ski mask on the borders (Pendragon)
I'm at the altar, yo fuck
This, this is straight from
The kitchen stove top (word)
Wet and damp in the baggies (Blak Church,?)
Check this out (wizard) , yo, yo
This that 80's first crack hit
Head alarm bells my shit spaced out
Broadcast outlandish, like Art Bell
Shoot me in the face, I'm in art hell
Extract pulmonary muscles from chest
Plates cuz I'm heartfelt
Bar bending bench pressing cars and barbells
Critics baffled (umm)
It's like fans are under a dark spell
(I don't get it) i'm rolling like pigs on
Sticks over pit's spinning
Spitting at pigs with my arms held
Dread bolted, Earth vexing death token
Milk livered spirit withdraw
On a bed smoking man whore alert
Hi tit heads (Hey) my cult lit
Like church burnings in the Midwest
I camp out near slumber parties, I'm intense
I'm playing house with the kids dead
Werewolf Order like Nik Schreck
Fuck a teeny bopper, I'm a Catholic proper
(Who?) poison capped in a blotter
Hanging from a poplar
Microdots the size of Gobstoppers
Columbine graduate, um, that's not my locker
I'm fucked up on the set like Dennis Hopper
These pills are for the back pain
Watching puddled blood cascade
Muggle blood, half-faced
Dunce cap, my back to classmates
Backstage I'm sweating beads
Like a trapper in a crack raid (word)
Smoking Myrtle piff
My flutes a work bodied on fertile pit's
I'm sailing over coughs oppressin'
Oceans and crumbled Percocets
Moon walking through turbulence
I'm a weather beaten ship with
Dust, rust, soot and loft, and dirt on deck
Black flag, bird of death
One twin dead in the womb
One twin kicking murderous
Tough crowd, so what now?
It's straight nonsense, bong breath
I be living out garages mock that!
"Oh make my bed soon? For
I'm sick to the heart
And I fain would lie down!"
He marks the person's flesh, so we will
Know him! Leave such a mark, his
Prick no blood will flow, no pain be felt!"
The ski mask on the borders (Pendragon)
I'm at the altar, yo fuck
This, this is straight from
The kitchen stove top (word)
Wet and damp in the baggies (Blak Church,?)
Check this out (wizard) , yo, yo
This that 80's first crack hit
Head alarm bells my shit spaced out
Broadcast outlandish, like Art Bell
Shoot me in the face, I'm in art hell
Extract pulmonary muscles from chest
Plates cuz I'm heartfelt
Bar bending bench pressing cars and barbells
Critics baffled (umm)
It's like fans are under a dark spell
(I don't get it) i'm rolling like pigs on
Sticks over pit's spinning
Spitting at pigs with my arms held
Dread bolted, Earth vexing death token
Milk livered spirit withdraw
On a bed smoking man whore alert
Hi tit heads (Hey) my cult lit
Like church burnings in the Midwest
I camp out near slumber parties, I'm intense
I'm playing house with the kids dead
Werewolf Order like Nik Schreck
Fuck a teeny bopper, I'm a Catholic proper
(Who?) poison capped in a blotter
Hanging from a poplar
Microdots the size of Gobstoppers
Columbine graduate, um, that's not my locker
I'm fucked up on the set like Dennis Hopper
These pills are for the back pain
Watching puddled blood cascade
Muggle blood, half-faced
Dunce cap, my back to classmates
Backstage I'm sweating beads
Like a trapper in a crack raid (word)
Smoking Myrtle piff
My flutes a work bodied on fertile pit's
I'm sailing over coughs oppressin'
Oceans and crumbled Percocets
Moon walking through turbulence
I'm a weather beaten ship with
Dust, rust, soot and loft, and dirt on deck
Black flag, bird of death
One twin dead in the womb
One twin kicking murderous
Tough crowd, so what now?
It's straight nonsense, bong breath
I be living out garages mock that!
"Oh make my bed soon? For
I'm sick to the heart
And I fain would lie down!"