Jakprogresso - Circle of Stones lyrics

Wretched prince, wingless witch king seraphim
Watch him fall featherless
String along death sentences
Opium dens, pens and pins
Pro death, headless chick's heads on sticks
Set up tents and trip
I'm the rogue elephant, decrepit's tips
Left in a rented crib, I'm senseless
Special Olympics, demented gold medalist
Offend a bitch, honk like a donkey
Violate vaginal entrances
I left clubs covered in piss and estrogen
I'll serial kill entire beach resorts
And drop from exhaustion
And finish the rest off on my second wind
On my head's pretension
Octopus Kabbalah circulate syringe
Drenched in spliffs
Moons on my forearm's defensive width
Fingernail cuticle skin fiber
Particle evidence
Electric psychedelia convulse the eyelids
I own the primus
Light-bulbs explode proprius, ultra-violet
Technicolor soak the Irish
Expose omens, acidic ocean pilot
Rock the occults
Supercoven, ultra virus, promoting violence
Of the devil's work
Flow soaked in a sulfur hybrid
Earth worm vessel with mineral
Guts and motion sighted
This freak like Caligula diggin'
The clam bed excretion's, engulfed the hymen
Yo, tormented indie icon
Once the mic's on my
Mouth's a suspicious package
In a post office containing a pipe bomb
Extraordinary failure song writer hung up
In the studio with nylon
Text book druggy, discharged plan for rehab
Staff kept my room light on m15A4 22
Or my light carbine with the sights on
Super start them in Saigon
I sleight pop starlit's
Every target taken out it's another stripe
Sliced on my right arm
I kill Krylon Spring by-products and cover
It to speet easy glamour
Heads infested by lice farms
I'll start the human genocide
Let the flies swarm
Car battery designed heart
Air sacs dangled behind chest
Plate through alkaline charge
Veteran, skin them and hang the venison
Spin a fence of effortless, descend it in
Intensive care, dead for 64 seconds
Falling down a precipice
To the medics, electric paddle
Suck me back up
I sat up, pulled out the tube
Suffered to the bathroom and sniffed
The rest of the heroin
Slithered out the den, venomous
Entered the game late
Hated and friendshipless
In it for ventilation of payment depression
Fuck the rhyme fellowship
I'm bellowing like the Sicilian iron bull, a
GI lost it in 'nam jungle's
Pulling hides off yellow skip's