"Make music together, you will add quality with your fine voice."
In a night by a pond full of frogs and black swans
She told him to guess what's inside of her palm
He looked at her warm smiling face in fact calm
She unclenched her fist and broke into a song
And his body froze stiff from the site of her bones
Her tan skin and curves and the smell of her rose
He felt like his eyes was about to pop off
His hand grabbed her neck pulled her down by the throat
He felt sick of shame but the pleasure was grand
Her song was her bones getting drummed on the sand
This beautiful pain that they tried to possess
Destroyed total paradise never the less
And as the morning sun rose they couldn't explain the paradox
They felt no regrets yet there was blood on the rocks
Many centuries past since they taste the pomegranate
Yet they still roam the earth without full understanding
Was it a demon or a savior, taker of extacy and failure, sex messiah
The first liar, genetic behavior
Who showed us the way of dark age death and chaos
A curse placed on all creatures, pimps, hoes, tricks and players
Out here tryin to function in total corruption mumbling prayers
From some invisible doctrine
We gotten ugly to the core, try to outscore our neighbor with a sex story
One up someone to justify our breath
We flying in eachother's jaws faster than dinosaurs baby
And break eachother's necks just to see who passed the test
"I thought that was just a story."
"No he was telling us the real story. Stop talking, listen!"
Son I'm nice with it but I'm trying to be Modest Mouse
Tour hottest clubs, burn money piles, buy loudest vowels
Take a spin on the fortune wheel, sin is real church is ill
What's up on this conscious plane? Life, death in spite the same
We some vets, snorting cain off Grammy statuettes, no regrets
Deliver divine gospel with tourettes
A beast with a touching bird's eye view of the edgy sun
The fuck you looking at? Oh, right we down to unite as one
That's how we stay ally, all day weaving stories
Out for the joy and old glory, pop molly on Maury
Peppy in my Makinavi, gonna keep it gully and polly
Masses out there pirating shit like Somalia
I'll spit that Stalin, big clouds of smoke envoke Aladdin in the studio
I feel like a vegan in a garden feeding the chest
Starving once, now all blessed
With the finest cut of the delicatessen
Just on a pig I'm fasting
Fascination for fast, free and aggressive
First taste of the pomegranate from the snake-life progression
We out here spreading knowledge, y'all out there spreading ass cheeks
For fashion... backwards, coke-lacers worry about Masons, brick wasters
Lust chase, is day by day basis
Apocalypse came many times yeah, it gave many facials
I'm leaving with a birds eye view snapshot of the master bedroom
Where maggots gather to put their lips in a stabwound, never resting
Comfortable hostile waiting for mescal to shape-shift
And crumble the hash den, so numb
What I'm feeling now? Reliving the exile
Choices being returning to Eden at any cost or denial
Choices being returning to Eden at any cost or denial
Choices being returning to Eden at any cost or denial