Blood from the Stone (Explicit) - Qwel

This world feels like

Crumbling plastic

Tumbling backwards

Crashing down

Glass and bubbling acid

Splashing back

Shudder and smash

Unto the ground

The trumpet blasts

Been howling the days

I pray for my savior

To come from the clouds

The trouble we found

Amounts to nothing

In respect to

That rumbling sound

Thundering round

This mountain

Mumbling crowd

Fumbling wondering how

Thumbing their numbers and dust in their slumbering gowns

Under the sun just hustling louse

And huffin and puffin and f**k it forget it it's

Nothing just suffer it out

What a grim pout

Summer of sin

The fun'll begin

And some'll get down

Some will get found

And some will get singed

And some will get big

And some will get proud

And some will get humbled from pummeling mustard seeds drown

With the shuffling clouds

Juggling clowns

Sniffing his doubts

Drowning in ritalin tripping his now

Bow to the druggist the towers just plummet

How he just loves this drifting in doubt

Fixing to dowse us down in splintered debris

And this isn't me

The hisses agree

Physics of heat

The vicious deceit

And gimmick emcees

And distance between

Twisted deseasis

And images beaming

To limit his thinking as if it

Drips from the flickering screen

Then it's bigger than dreaming and thicker than blood

In the winter of grievance

And b*tches and thugs

Figures of demons and simpleton heathens with cynical love

Shit'll go bust if kids'll grow up justice is reason

In flux with the season

And read it

And breath it

And sh*t get up

Enough with conceit and us limping in slough

Huffin and wheezing believing in nothing but

Me me me now now now hey

Listen to me

I got something to say

That's why I sing about me

Me

I name it Anthrax is xanax is half bar is

Fat scar

Is double dutching luncheon rubber duck artists motherf**k you rapstars

Brothers drugged by dragons in dungeons running ads sucking black

Tar

Son it's sad

But daddy and mummy

And sissy and Bubby

Give a sh*t if you listen to Missy and Puffy

It's fishies and puppies

And ribbons and lovely

And pretty and fluffy

And rusty and jagged

And maggots and money

It's funny you're laughing

Somebody's blasting

A gunny at the front of the studying class

Half of them bloody the other half running

Hated the TV

Made it to TV

Hatred is easy

We made it this ugly

Faded to nothing for nothing but pagers and cellies and

Nature is leaving and bleeding and bugging

And plugging and bleeping and love it or leave it

Or keep it this cuddled to huddle in secret

Cuddles with weakness in men when will we see

That this beacons pretend

You get hemmed if you try to wake a sleeper

From the deeps of his slumber underneath all you're gonna

See is red

All this greed and this death and this grief and

This debt that we perfect that beasts project

This injected in streets infection of freak projected

Ain't that neat effect

When the lesson is green and the leavings a blessing

We agreed hence with a seed to fence

The keys to benz a disease to boot a scene

To shoot and a g defense

And a tweeked effect on a peaking crest

Weak minded fly to buy my weak cassette

If he's a friend he better let you burn a

Copy of this sh*t and observe the script for what

Jesus says

He's returning kids

Better turn to him

Learn the hymns

So we can leave this stress

And this mess in the furnaces

Where the serpents sit

And it's sweet revenge

Hey listen to me

I got something to say

That's why I sing about me