PULPIT

Step in the dark I step in the cold
Scraping the bark from off of the bones
Halos of light. Now off with his soul
Playing my part I'm lost in the role
Like Where can I start I'm ready to go
We going fast and you moving slow
Planes of the grass stay under the toes
Look in the self to find what's below
Dot on his head and he swerving around
Flat on the grass and we clipping from out
Simming my feelings she think that I'm bout em
But really I don't give a fuck in a while
Down on her knees like she praying to me
Spreading my thoughts like it be a disease
Watch for the plummet the failure is steep
Pulling away from the pulpit to speak
Bitch it's a bad day never will last
Suck that down all I care about a bag
Fucking right off and he can't come back
Blew one shot can't up them stats
He would do anything to see some time
But that shit over no piece of mind
Use those names as he fiends to try
Dig himself deep & he can't reclimb