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• Artiste: Sadistik
• Titre: Gallows Hill
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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 profits 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 its 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 its 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 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