Garden Of Good

You know you can't kill us gargoyle
I'm holding my stick up to get it charbroiled
And give up
Leave me with hiccups and seep in the window
Leaving the blinds up give greed to the widows

Pegged to the ground with the basilisk eyes
Ethereal realms with a passing disguise
The passivest kind with a pass in your mind
Gelatinous globs in the crashing of tides

Giving you maddened advice
Statoroshere glider grab packets of ice
Just to rain down and crash in the blackness from heights
Jaw is so pressured it shatters on bites

The skeletal form it begins to contort
Competitive sort i make living a sport
They're dead on the sword if they kick in the door
Hang his neck from a chord then it's Mission abort

Inside the garden of good
Issuing pistols to goblins and crooks
If there's an issue best knock on some wood
Cuz there coming to get you while lost in the woods

Fur coat inferno infernal your work flow
In purple robes turning your girl to a servant tho
Learn from a hermit I lurk where the serpent goes
Surgical cuts in the person's unmerciful