Sulfur Crown
You’ve got a key in your pocket, black salt in your hair. Smoke in your whispers, and rust in your stare. Tears run down your cheeks and your gaze goes cold. Face facts lil’ mama, we’re all ganna’ grow old. Left hands’ reaching for a heart of stone. Don’t you know as above, so below.
I’ve read your palms, a tempest ruin most foul.
Crows ganna know, and wolves ganna howl.
The sword and the serpent, the ways of old. Stretch the flesh and visions told.
Imprisoned in heaven’s skeleton, these ghastly visions keep me awake.
2x Cut your teeth on surgical steel. In the dark nothing seems real. Can’t shake the nightmares out of your bones.
Prayers unfold from my finger tips and ashes fall to the soil.
The bleeders and believers, it’s An acquired taste
Crows ganna know, and wolves ganna howl.
Jesus ganna weep, when this man’s on the prowl.
Step outside your circle.
Lost in oblivion. Step outside your circle, let the spirit take hold.
"I feel you in my glands, echoes in my spine. Whose dream am I procuring, is it yours...is it mine? There's devils in the chimney, whispers down the hall. Eyes are getting heavy for the sand man comes to call. Rest weary brow, and slumber divine. We'll dance upon moon beems,... beyond human design."- P.C.
Copyright © Pauly Plaster J.R. | Year Posted 2014
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