Witness

Mockup flies up the hill left to burn immoral chill

Winding clever never storing doubts

The kingdoms left to kill

Found the pain fond of pain

But that feeling back again

Out of sorts and sort of a fit

Good bye closest one of dealers

Can I get a witness to the other side

Of choosers you should all just die

I need to speak some things inside

To crucify my mind

Can I get a witness to be on my side

Of users if you change your mind

The need to hide the things inside to crucify their minds

What’s left of it

Left of feeling stripped of meat

Ticking crack the glass is cold again

The scaly trust cays trusting pain

Go to hell what’s the hell

Is it fortune wrapped do tell

Is it wise to smell the other side of all there is to tell

Can I get a witness to the other side

Of choosers you should all just die

I need to see some things inside

To crucify my mind

Can I get a witness to be on my side

Of users if you change your mind

The need to hide the things inside to crucify their minds

Got me stooped on my floor

And I’m thinking stupid fall

Chemical war of running things

Has got to stop blasting the rest of time

You gotta get a life

You gotta make a body and die

Shake your maker go away go on and make some time

Now get me out you maybe under my name under my name

You’re my everything now come out here and die

You gotta pay something now go make your money and die

Pain pain now come on where's my money at and die

Pain, my pain, the pain, the money and you're burying and die

Come on pain make a heart ache make your money get down and get high

Ahh come on make your money and die

Go on make your.....

Beast of the flies reach my wig?? room

Come take off my wings

So off to Wal-Mart to clean bomb

Can we make way for an Amen

This round we go

This mustache traffic

You can make a wish on anything

Word lord

Super bad this machine

Here in the back of my chevy van on a waterbed filled with Chinese tea

Restless spirit in my breast saving the best for you

Pearls before swine what’s yours is mine

And the road is calling me

If not for your unquenchable kiss

I’d be storming the white house demanding to be heard

Children crying people dying in the streets and me sucking