Netcees - webs in the dark

the answer is Yes fuck your ideas and beliefs
who you trying to convince yourself or the beast
puzzled how im moving the piece
you juggled by the rules of the week
consuming the weak hoofs and the beaks
feeling lost but finding hope in rulers and priest
bamboozled by baal in a Faustian pact at birth
your blood was mixed with the fowl owww
break the spells by braving self
i laughed when the ancients fell
my words form like clouds in a storm
constipation leads to some shit thats born
smack your god guarding the saints
archangels blowing trumpets when archangels fly out of the grave
your god was on smack starving for contact with snakes
im the image of a higher charge
fags rather borrow light from dying stars
which figures an artist imparts with paints
symbolic hearts and brains on the stairs to heaven 777 = 3
arch the base drop comets like bombs in space leaving mars in flames
the bread was leavened when you see the light
my blood diamonds shine with,souls of peasants,
that need the night...