Feeling like it's all or nothing
Like I'm up to something
Like I'm onto something
Like I'm on something
Like I'm looking up to something
Feeling like I'm onto something
Like it's all or nothing
Feeling like I'm on something
I only eat what stumbles into my creation
Suck blood to the bone to keep it cleansed
Who becomes the woven web?
Dreamt of the worlds we projected and collectively agreed
With a filter and familiar tools to chisel out
How to use them to build shelters
With white sand on endless shores
Where nothing is still, until you're moved to tears
Only in your hell am I a killer
Only in your hell am I a killer killer
Move yourself to be stiller
Move yourself to distill it
Nectar of the gods flowing from a scepter wrapped in feathers and fur
Blue deer dance free, the outskirts protected
By the windigo-con who makes the sweep for loose connections
The stench of greed detected from the seed down in the trenches
Gets the teeth sharper than pieces of obsidian spears
Disappear, with the smoke
Sparkles evervecent
Becoming a portal into what shakes the ocean floor
The smell of copal transports to distant shores
Mixed in a black pot
Memories older than dust
Felt in the pit of the gut
Kept slithering up
Tethered to umbilical chord
Of golden fabric
The passage between madness and magic
Messenger manic and vexed
Inducing tremors 'till settled into some womb
Transforming into a chrysalis
Watch it dance in different ways
We see it dance in different ways
Only in your hell am I a killer
Only in your hell am I a killer killer
Move yourself to be stiller
Move yourself to distill it