"We'll pray for those who proudly know their places"

I took the opioids yawning
If the butterflies in my stomach were cows I could start a dairy farm, spawn it
I hoist corpses out of grave ditches before morning
Bed draped in black like mourning
Malevolent, conjuring witch
Sick, derelict, heretic
I feel this gift isn't a curse, it an inheritance
A fire circus, animal prison
Adrift at sea, abandoned by God, I turn to cannibalism
I catapult victims at federation forts
Earth was warned
Triangular sky formations
Take them band-aids off
The church cloaked behind a Vatican cloth
Crucifixions inverted
Preferring body on or off the cross
Rolling moss
Poet ??
Fighting bouts of depression like Robert Frost
Mushroom spores got everything looking glossed

I'm a withdraw from codeine
I'm styrofoam weak
I got that hyrdomorph foam lean
I'm huffing glue up
On the moon digging dunes up
Totally terraformed in the moon's crust
2x

Squeeze heat in grills til teeth sparking
Hang bodies like meat markets
Hatchet in the middle of domes, give him two brains like Steve Martin
Sleeves arming
I carry cans, cuz the scene's garbage
In the TV screen like ?? on that ?? carpet
Leave complete armless
Torsos like Greek artists
I build worlds, make my own suns like indoor weed farming
No dollars, I'm off the hook (freestyler)

(Hook)