Approaching Smog

Intro:

"When the Devil buys a soul he marks the person's flesh, so we will know him! Leave such a mark, his prick no blood will flow, no pain be felt!"

Verse:

The ski mask on the borders (Pendragon)
I'm at the altar, yo fuck this, this is straight from, the kitchen stove top (word)
Wet and damp in the baggies (Blak Church, ??)
Check this out (wizard), yo, yo
This that 80's first crack hit
Head alarm bells
My shit spaced out
Broadcast outlandish, like Art Bell
Shoot me in the face, I'm in art hell
Extract pulmonary muscles from chest plates cuz I'm heartfelt
Bar bending bench pressing cars and barbells
Critics baffled (umm), it's like fans are under a dark spell (I don't get it!)
I'm rolling like pigs on sticks over pits spinning
Spitting at pigs with my arms held
Dread bolted, Earth vexing death token
Milk livered spirit withdraw
On a bed smoking
Man whore alert
Hi tit heads (Hey!)
My cult lit, like church burnings in the Midwest
I camp out near slumber parties, I'm intense
I'm playing house with the kids dead
Werewolf Order like Nik Schreck
Fuck a teeny bopper, I'm a Catholic proper (Who?)
Poison capped in a blotter
Hanging from a poplar
Microdots the size of Gobstoppers
Columbine graduate, um, that's not my locker
I'm fucked up on the set like Dennis Hopper
These pills are for the back pain
Watching puddled blood cascade
Muggle blood, half-faced
Dunce cap, my back to classmates
Backstage I'm sweating beads, like a trapper in a crack raid (word)
Smoking Myrtle piff, my flutes a work bodied on fertile pits
I'm sailing over coughs oppressin' oceans and crumbled Percocets
Moon walking through turbulence
I'm a weather beaten ship with dust, rust, soot and loft, and dirt on deck
Black flag, bird of death
One twin dead in the womb, one twin kicking murderous
Tough crowd, so what now?
It's straight nonsense, bong breath
I be living out garages

Mock that!

"Oh make my bed soon? For I'm sick to the heart, and I fain would lie down!"