The Sorceress is scorching in Her dress of deep red,
I feel blessed as She gives me head,
spark up the marvelous blunt full of the kindest sess,
at the time of death,
give a new one life,
chain smoke the white widow,
it's a wedding after all,
if you idolize me, that's natural,
I am the mind of trees and astral
yet physical,
my vessel will move to the music,
the tune will shake the scale,
so take new notes,
the old ones are useless,
they've been bought and sold,
you ought to know
I'm no myth, I'm very real,
I'm living again, so deathly ill
no medicine invented that could heal
Leave it alone,
No!
So I'm heaving my bone so heavy
into the old shed,
can you read the signs?
I'm gold bred and born dead alive,
you'd realize and see who I really was
if you could read my eyes
If you feel the need to kneel
when you witness this sickness,
I wouldn't blame ya,
I'm your God,
pine Yule log,
the wood cylinder encased in flames and on the telly,
my rap style is fat like the belly of Wallace,
call me Abaddon, there's never been anyone above me or will be,
it's crazy, don't hate me
because truth is...
hey humans, who loves ya baby?
That would be me like Savalas,
I'm what God is
Leave it alone,
No!
So I'm heaving my bone so heavy
into the old shed,
can you read the signs?
I'm gold bred and born dead alive,
you'd realize and see who I really was
if you could read my eyes
Now that I'm finally here,
it's time to get weird,
I bet the year holds golden victory and
clear beyond it,
look past the looking glass and
see on to the next one,
I'm the Jester Trickster,
Nothing up my sleeve,
I suggest you believe me
as if I'm sporting a vest which has none
and the degrees of heat rise
above the ladder,
I received Her love letter and made the climb,
I'm mighty Celsius and Elsa is a hot bitch
who thinks I'm cool so she blew me in
the chrysalis casket,
my illness is vast and that's not the half of it
Leave it alone,
No!
So I'm heaving my bone so heavy
into the old shed,
can you read the signs?
I'm gold bred and born dead alive,
you'd realize and see who I really was
if you could read my eyes
I'm infinite actual magick and if you act casual,
I laugh at your lie,
I know your soul's nervous,
it shows in your eyes, all three,
they call me the psychedelic ship fashioned by Captain Trips for this particular voyage,
it's been one hell of a quest,
yes, very long and strange,
I'm the Rain Man,
my name is Pan and evidently
heaven sent me to fall on your
parade torrentially,
Mrs. Torrence, I'm really sorry for writing
the words of this horror story in reverse,
GMO, I mean OMG,
the helixes mix and the Tree splits into three
Leave it alone,
No!
So I'm heaving my bone so heavy
into the old shed,
can you read the signs?
I'm gold bred and born dead alive,
you'd realize and see who I really was
if you could read my eyes
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