Jakprogresso - Live Theatre lyrics

- And performing today, is Jak
And his awkward Thesis of Love!
Hello! Yes, my love
 'fore I’ll cut your heart
Out, and eat your heart,  my
Love, uh, before I cut my wrist
My love to show you, before my passion fills
(wow) , your headless void
My love, haha, hehe, ayo!

I'm on the set like who is this? Peace to
J23 (Peace) the rest can climb on my
Elephant tennis balls with rivets
(wow what's with my?)
Fuck friends and gimmicks (Huh)
There’s a statue of me built in a body
Position of an Olympic champion
Throwin' a discus
Worshipped by cannibal pygmiеs and midgets
Right off the coast of the Pacific
And thеy wave human heads on
Sticks when I visit
That's why my head's the biggest (yeah)
I fade the physics
My thoughts the Moon and my brain's
A Sun so I'm not ecliptic
I have the fidgets
When avoidin' roadblocks for manhunts
By police districts
When archaeologists lifted, my crypt lid
They found ancient, unencrypted Aramaic
Words that's scripted
Hand chiseled by Egyptians
On the ground like esophagus
Was sworn because
One of the pyramids had chipped in
And was unburied after men
By alien construction equipment
Now let’s be specific (Be specific, yeah)
During court my victims are listless
Because I leave ransom notes in hieroglyphics
Dungeon magic, with terrors
And microbes showin’, exposin'
Caskets fastened to my ceiling
By iron owe rings
And now they look like they’re floating
In a corroding fortress that's resting on
A pile of human bones, barely holding
I suck on them all to my castle during boding
Using stars and constellations from Masons
As map decodings i serve recommends at the
Burgular because like Hobbit's
Robbin' treasures guarded by sleeping dragons
I'm tip-toein’
Invisible with the use of cloakin' (Look)
Look peasants, I brought presents!
After my archer's arrows struck
The king's pheasants 'Cause, I am protected
By the angelic wolven crescent
But my medal mesh nether chest plate dented
300 year vampire Frenchman
Let's begin fencin' (Uh)
Musketeer hat with the hair feather bendin'
(Fire)
Got a fault in Amish of royal descendant
Slave drivin' wenches
To detenses, and I'm like castle's entrance
From smell of decayed intestines
Block your senses
Musket thrown from stone hedges
By Vontor and the next of kin beheaded!
Hm, true, everybody!

- It was a magical story of
Yours,?,?, that had an instinct?
He would create an entirely new human
Mess, never let light of
Cult twists overwhelming, soon he
Would face even darker days
But nothing unnerving
Not even the horrors of war could?
His vibrant and powerful imagination
- A mild demand that never could imagine
And what is behind those
Bland eyes, look at me, I'm trying
To tell you the truth
What do you know about this man?
I know their old reel has got
A long history of violence
Many murder him and called his place home
- Long history of violence, is this though
The very foundation of this faceless
Human suffering
- Very dramatic, maybe a little overboard?
- You have a lot to learn my dear