Sadistik - Gallows Hill lyrics
[Sadistik - Gallows Hill lyrics]
Dirty devil filthy shameful
Strangling the angels
Shoulders cold as Poconos with strokes
Of paint upon my facial
Taste the Krocodil imposter prophets often
Kill for profit's too
Plastic bastard prostitute can't patch
Em with epoxy glue
Darker hues crocodile audiences
Chopped in two
‘Pac influenced zombie-walking open casket
Plot for you he pitifully depicts defunct
Epiphanies again awash
Picasso blue from mollycoddled ocean
Bottom water views
Pulling pistols on Episcopaleans
With scaly lips sewing stitches on my wrists
& face again Frankenstein
Poking sixes on my own
Creations skin Pygmalion
Been 86ed since ’86
Tell me what's my name again?
If you float then you're a witch
If you drown you’re one of us
If you don't know which is which
Then you're probably one of em
Maybe I'm crazy but lately the
Days still seem hazy i'm stuck in a maze
Where there's nothing amazing
I'm fading away to a place that
I hate but I made it
I'll stay til I’m grey & deface it
I’m facing the grain complaining
But taking the blame
Tracing the stains in the fray
While they savor the pain
If the clouds take my tears
Then I'm making it rain
Fall on me now while you follow me down
Like the autumn I watched til
It's rotten and brown
Will you hollow me out til the solemn is gone
And I walk on my own to the bottom I found
With a bottle the doubt that
I swallow like sandpaper
Tulips are lackluster, bruises are lavender
After the atmosphere loses it's beauty
I’ll kiss all your fingers you
Use them like calipers
So let it be known all my energy's yours
Hope you think of my face
When the entropy forms
All my enemies dead to us now
While the effigies burn
For the few that my effort is for
In my exodus evident people lack elegance
Hiding your excellence deep in my nebulas
We are inanimate objects just animals walking
In sync until we reach the precipice
Strangling the angels
Shoulders cold as Poconos with strokes
Of paint upon my facial
Taste the Krocodil imposter prophets often
Kill for profit's too
Plastic bastard prostitute can't patch
Em with epoxy glue
Darker hues crocodile audiences
Chopped in two
‘Pac influenced zombie-walking open casket
Plot for you he pitifully depicts defunct
Epiphanies again awash
Picasso blue from mollycoddled ocean
Bottom water views
Pulling pistols on Episcopaleans
With scaly lips sewing stitches on my wrists
& face again Frankenstein
Poking sixes on my own
Creations skin Pygmalion
Been 86ed since ’86
Tell me what's my name again?
If you float then you're a witch
If you drown you’re one of us
If you don't know which is which
Then you're probably one of em
Maybe I'm crazy but lately the
Days still seem hazy i'm stuck in a maze
Where there's nothing amazing
I'm fading away to a place that
I hate but I made it
I'll stay til I’m grey & deface it
I’m facing the grain complaining
But taking the blame
Tracing the stains in the fray
While they savor the pain
If the clouds take my tears
Then I'm making it rain
Fall on me now while you follow me down
Like the autumn I watched til
It's rotten and brown
Will you hollow me out til the solemn is gone
And I walk on my own to the bottom I found
With a bottle the doubt that
I swallow like sandpaper
Tulips are lackluster, bruises are lavender
After the atmosphere loses it's beauty
I’ll kiss all your fingers you
Use them like calipers
So let it be known all my energy's yours
Hope you think of my face
When the entropy forms
All my enemies dead to us now
While the effigies burn
For the few that my effort is for
In my exodus evident people lack elegance
Hiding your excellence deep in my nebulas
We are inanimate objects just animals walking
In sync until we reach the precipice