Fire Of Shrine [Goat Head Shrine]
[Intro from the Supercoven Decompision Compilation version of the song]
(We know for instance that in our galaxy alone as many as 50 million stars could support a highly developed form of life. It's quite possible that our own planet at some remote moment in its past, had a visitor from one of these 50 million stars.)
Aiyo
I just took the kill solvent in half lotus
I meditate in a Japanese suicide forest
I am the Eggman and the Walrus
With fish scale of a tarpon
My goons around me like Bible heads we strap with the lock in
Beautiful as patterns on a suraka silkmoth wings
I'm past kicking grammar with you
Ran up in your lab and lit you
My cave all tabs and crystals, glass and pistols
To some I'm an Aidan god, forehead ash like Hindus
On the trail rug I'm smoking hash with Vishnu
After I bury stress I rap, it's what I put the passion into
I got detachment issues
Matter fact, the best time to listen to one of my tracks is right after the acid hits you
Magnum blowing your glasses like blowing glass buds are packed in
Make the mind violent like street drugs in Athens
Acid baptist
We packing, keep the heat tucked in jackets
Lean up, lace green buds with Aspirin
I think like my head's an orphanage
I'm the class freak, all the other kids gawk and spit
In the dark you can see me force field lit
By the heavens I'm hell sent
Hold heads out words from the carcass cliff
Sacrifice a member of the audience
I appeared after the Pagans offered it
Deep into The Nautilus
I come out of my own face like werewolf metamorphosis
(We know for instance that in our galaxy alone as many as 50 million stars could support a highly developed form of life. It's quite possible that our own planet at some remote moment in its past, had a visitor from one of these 50 million stars.)
Aiyo
I just took the kill solvent in half lotus
I meditate in a Japanese suicide forest
I am the Eggman and the Walrus
With fish scale of a tarpon
My goons around me like Bible heads we strap with the lock in
Beautiful as patterns on a suraka silkmoth wings
I'm past kicking grammar with you
Ran up in your lab and lit you
My cave all tabs and crystals, glass and pistols
To some I'm an Aidan god, forehead ash like Hindus
On the trail rug I'm smoking hash with Vishnu
After I bury stress I rap, it's what I put the passion into
I got detachment issues
Matter fact, the best time to listen to one of my tracks is right after the acid hits you
Magnum blowing your glasses like blowing glass buds are packed in
Make the mind violent like street drugs in Athens
Acid baptist
We packing, keep the heat tucked in jackets
Lean up, lace green buds with Aspirin
I think like my head's an orphanage
I'm the class freak, all the other kids gawk and spit
In the dark you can see me force field lit
By the heavens I'm hell sent
Hold heads out words from the carcass cliff
Sacrifice a member of the audience
I appeared after the Pagans offered it
Deep into The Nautilus
I come out of my own face like werewolf metamorphosis