Jakprogresso - Sin Eater lyrics
[Jakprogresso - Sin Eater lyrics]
And then you will rise up again from
The dead, you must say the words
Speak them now!
Velemih? Hermetic, Golden Dawn Order
Witch moss rolled inside Book of the Law burn
Lights Northern, leavin' a dumpsite in Auburn
Blood all burned, seasons all turned (yeah)
A line in true will
Took both the Red and the Blue Pill
Conjoined dope dependency too ill
Templi Orientis
Yay white like the Plymouth Brethrеn
A nail bent in
Lung liquid like expеditions on Everest
Head dented, pornograph poetic
Gems drop like guillotines on Frenchmen
I blow down gas smoke on a pen lit
Pen is burned, you get a shirt
And a bag of wet
If you get my collective work
Twist L then murk (Ew)
Throw up Henny while we sellin' merch
On a fan throw up Henny
While we sellin' merch
Hangin' sick fever, sick, hungover and
Sip leader, slit deep nerve, sin eater
Rush rush get the yayo!
Paula Abdul grape soap
The bong fumigate ghosts
In the kitchen, trippin' Drum 'n Bass smoke
My black massive T-shirt smell
Like beige smoke bars on Canseco, wildin'
Like my first case low, hahaha
It's a quiet place, dusted listeners
Puffin' liquid Earth
Turn YouToo voodoo heads shrunken miniatures
Bars like vials sold
Walk on fire like I laid
Down crack it's milestones
The dawn of sweet eggs
The dead, you must say the words
Speak them now!
Velemih? Hermetic, Golden Dawn Order
Witch moss rolled inside Book of the Law burn
Lights Northern, leavin' a dumpsite in Auburn
Blood all burned, seasons all turned (yeah)
A line in true will
Took both the Red and the Blue Pill
Conjoined dope dependency too ill
Templi Orientis
Yay white like the Plymouth Brethrеn
A nail bent in
Lung liquid like expеditions on Everest
Head dented, pornograph poetic
Gems drop like guillotines on Frenchmen
I blow down gas smoke on a pen lit
Pen is burned, you get a shirt
And a bag of wet
If you get my collective work
Twist L then murk (Ew)
Throw up Henny while we sellin' merch
On a fan throw up Henny
While we sellin' merch
Hangin' sick fever, sick, hungover and
Sip leader, slit deep nerve, sin eater
Rush rush get the yayo!
Paula Abdul grape soap
The bong fumigate ghosts
In the kitchen, trippin' Drum 'n Bass smoke
My black massive T-shirt smell
Like beige smoke bars on Canseco, wildin'
Like my first case low, hahaha
It's a quiet place, dusted listeners
Puffin' liquid Earth
Turn YouToo voodoo heads shrunken miniatures
Bars like vials sold
Walk on fire like I laid
Down crack it's milestones
The dawn of sweet eggs