[Wise Wiggles]

I plant myself in my grave. Every night is my slave.
Depraved. Stolen. Rolling at raves. In waves. Is this staged?
Holding a flame. Scolding in shame. Folding my brain.
Molten in rain. Unspillable bubbler. I'm feeling I love her.
Killing the cover. Chilling. Discolored. A pillion have- uhh, you're
Ill as a sun burn. Ready to plagiarize some Raveneye's,
Which are delaying light. I'm waaaaay too high
So God cares? You're wrong to think it
Those cross-hairs belong to Jesus
Gross, arm chairs? I wanna eat it
I'm about as honest as ponzi slime, in this chronic of concubines
Just a zombie that's on the line. Chomping the rotten minds
I'm watching. Yes, Spawn's alive. Exhausting these groggy sky's
For all the yawning's that wanna die. Wash me. Lobotomize.
Found a couch in the clouds and it's comfortable here
Under the pier, I float face down in refundable fear
And this distrust I dip brushes in barely
Is a witch hunt when I script something with diligent substance,
Sorta scary to think, yo, so.. You only spit once, just rip up & tare me.
Hidden plots for missing cops, trying to dig what was buried.
Covered in pig's blood, a Carrie-Norman-hybrid
Can never bury a corpse in silence. Digital Portland-violet
Half fried, Harvey Dent Versace, Ben's a zombie
My ten's are sloppy like Gwen Stefani
Spit car fires, barbed wire writtens
Tar highs, with jarred spider lineage
Star diving idiot. Mogwai. Insidious.