high noon we buy weapons WHILE I SPIT U SUCK WHO GETS FUCKED
got orgone? dont know, dont care ITS ALL BOUT WHO GETS FUCKED
they ride the space like its a titanic BUT THEY DONT CARE ABOUT WHO GETS FUCKED
ill lick ur bones cuz im bad to the joke THEY SAY THE ART OF GOD CANT HOLD ME DOWN
questions, hits u like a toaster in a bag MAKES U WONDER WHO GETS FUCKED
no trace while its lying to ur face ASK U THEN WHO GETS FUCKED
ring a rosies a swirlies of posies SLIP THE RING WHO GETS FUCKED
MILK IT UNTIL THE LIPS START TO SAG, TAKE THE PILLOW IN THE STREET
TELL ME NOW WHO GETS FUCKED
clean my room until its sterile, i cannot fight...
tinctures made for high priests and rules, retreated and PUNCHDRUNK.....
dont confuse the xtal for the mirror, formalize the holy signs the holy signs.....
I
BATTLE FOR MY ONLY RIGHTS. MOTHERS WHEELS GIVE ME FLIGHT
its only the rain....its only the rain.......
give.....
FLIIIIIIIIIIGHT. DONT FEAR ALL MY ENEMIES KITES
SO BEFORE I GO TO WAR ILL SET FORTH
ILL GIVE U PEACE TO ALL THE WORDS, THE XTAL TRANSPORTS YUH
credits
from PRISON JAR,
released June 21, 2022
t - vox, bass, didgeridoo/prod
hub - guitar, drums
Modular synths sparkle amidst piano, vibes, and other organic instruments stringing together constellations of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 22, 2023