[BENDER]
I'm up here playing with alchemy turning water to gold
While I'm pissing off of my balcony on passers down below
Still unsure if spilling 40's is [?] by rites of passage
Feeling lost as the minotaur outside the labyrinth
Lost [?] like innocents to ultra violent [?]
We walk for miles in regiments of Monster Island denizens
Cross the [?] with elephants and crocodiles and pelicans
So pray and kiss your babies if that's your domicile we're stepping in
Clutch [?] by the muzzle, flush the pig from the jungle
Now something's bigger is coming and just got triggered to haunt you
I see the ghost wrapped in [?] upon the eastern slope
Asking what's a king to a God? What's a lumberjack to a tree of smoke?
[?] my lively hood is firewood for the higher goods
So I write the book you'll never read
Guess there's no reason why you would
One day they're gonna dig us up to find out what made us thick
So I spill my guts like I give a fuck and hope it makes them sick

It goes:
Bones for the vultures
Sailing witches for the [?]
Souls for brimstone and sulfur
Captive Christians for the lions[3x]

One day they're gonna dig us up to find out what made us thick