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letra de atrocious - jakprogresso

[danton’s death intro]
the animating force of nature is destruction, and that our only instrument for measuring life, is death

[verse 1]
drive bys from sp-cex, no sh-ll catchers (nah)
h-llhammer at h-ll manor, brains in pastel splattered
gels melt whacker, no gloves, sellin’ health hazards
hat man jars of water weight, so i fell faster
full dust pan, broomsticks, no gun bend (yeah)
brain chunks on iron, that’s gun jam
young lambs, led to the slaughter but not k!lled, just, pressurized
sensors fried (ahh), dabbin’ adrenochrome after the nеctar dries
committed sempеr fi, black porch, blocks of hash (what)
in a black sport with the olive tan
freeze ’em to solid fats, grip stock arm, no scottish clans
squashed from vats like a comin’ ant, blotters from rotterdam

[interlude]
there is a steady flow of the young people who have freaked out, and been picked up by the police in a state of desperate scare

[verse 2]
i watched the bombs drop on earth, left disturbed nest
fourth kind visit from a third s-x, i’m dirt swept
skip tracer warchild, burn info dump
they merge like, indo skunk
invoke sick sinkhole punched (blah)
metal cymbio, detrimental stereo
scrambled kid brains and cook, deviled embryos (ew)
industry plants, stressed in petticoats
break your devil belly po’
smokin’ phenyl very slow
[chorus]
one hand glock to fate (yeah)
one hand watch the face (yeah)
third eye goin’ blind
sky dark, we know it’s time
take your life, time continues (yo)
put out the life within you
spittin’ into the cold
life’s fallin’ out the skin into the soul

[verse 3]
serpent s-x to the obsessive
perv vendor fly after l!ckin’ a lizard vert feathers
eat bovine herds and burp leather
i served tether to flexible delta kites over cern weather
aborted, brain cordless, i’m a robot sorted with salt water
poured over the circuit boards in foil organs
twisted with the tray like oliver holdin’ spoiled ports in soiled sorts
ripped, thrown in with the other boilin’ corpse
b-girls, breakdance just to crush your e in machine world
and pick synthetics out a teen hurl (uegh)
vape pits time released, inside of iron lungs
black smoke isles like third world burnin’ tires up
fungus grown over wire plugs, spired up
spun a liar’s tongue, fire is what fire does

- jakprogresso

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