Tree of Smoke

[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