[verse]

Call me a fucking god

Call me what I am not

Cull me with sumthin tough ->

Sell me to the fuckin ruts

And eat up all the rot

Casper is purpose

Ghostly and masked up my life has the surplus

Of freedom and artistic dreamin the curses are on my back I can't determine...

Whether or not I am vermin

Wheter or not I am learnin

Weather is hot I am burning

Sun down moon is out now I am turning

Yeah

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Break -- down

Brass from the clown

Lookin to the finals, looking for that round

Pi is shiny vinyl, shook me on way down

Kinda like a rhino, chargin for the crown

Cost is so high so ill massacre town and eat up all the souls and plant bodies in ground

Pass up the stressed up sound

Let it breath - be a team and wick up that count

Getting bands getting fined from the hounds

Shifting sands now the earth is burning out

Slitting hands cuz the time is now found

No more left in the fuckin hour-glass by the pound