Screaming Like Shittt

By Stice

On Stice’s Satyricon

Released on October 8, 2021

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And from this little speck, there came to us the talking helmet

Already it took on shapes of astral project comments

Where's its wallet? How's it do that? What is with that? What do you call it?

I believe that ESP is brought on from a comet

I-D-C because what thoughts to read, what's left is mostly garbage

Beauty came up my mind so fast, I did all I could not to break my back

Tearing up modern free love just to fiddle with a little thought of a maniac

Helmet don't give a rat's ass whether you're a man with a plan or a goddamned god

Focus on your lack of image, in nation, I cannot picture

Just when I think I'm thinking, hеlmet comes in nearеr

(Fuck off, you're a skinny loser)

(Someone call security)

Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

It's all so damn weird

Brains became vestigial unit

Ah

It's all soddom blockheads, blockheads screaming like shit

Skipper my lip, spit

Or pepper the sky with satellites on fire

Squeam, you little jelly bean

You condom hung, you bean, bean, bean

Your face is waking, Frankenbean

A raving comet's fiendish bean

Bean is fish or bean is bean

You rockers ever beat a bean?

A tiny, little, baby bean

What's that even beaven mean?

A rocker rocks and doesn't beat

Beat on beat or bean on bean?

Rock on rockers rock the scene

Rocky, rocky, rocking bean

I rocked it to the beat of bean

Have you even ever been?

It's really bad, know what I mean?

Teeny, weenie, shiny sheen

And if by chance you want to leave

Exit by the light of beam

Rock on rockers rock the bean

Back, back, back, back to the ledge

Three legs

Look at me, I got free for revenge

One helmet, no head

But it's talking just like says

It's talking without speaking

I can hear it now even now that it's dead

Pop quiz

What's dead and red and makes me sick?

Just then, did you hear, did you hear what it said?

It speaks through the eye in my head

What crawls from the dark of the ship?

A ship in the shape of a cross

What's left of the angel's egg?

There's not much left

The helmet does not need a head

I know what's coming

I know it's cabbage

I'm staring at the cabbage through the holes in evil helmet

And if you felt it

You couldn't help it

You'd have a gaping crushing gap between your pelvis

You recreate it when you strum the master's stick, rebellious

Well built, jealous

I couldn't even tell him

I know you want it

I know you've got it

And you can't help it

You're just honest

You self-corrected

You give me omelettes

You couldn't shake the fact that everybody already got it

Fuck it, little jelly bean

You wanna-be, you bean, bean, bean

You could speak, but who believe?

You're a woman, human being

What's the use in being MIA?

When helmet is a whole darn head

Floating on a stupid ledge

Watching people hold my hand

Bang, bang, bang, bang

You couldn't even see the screen

You need to chew before you swallow all the human beans

Terminate, vertebrae

Get 'em in the back while the feelings great

Murder me, steal my ideas

Every little bit of brain is wasted complaint

It's a big mistake, a big fat cake

Even in the absolute poorest taste

Wait a tick, wait another tick

But it's been so long since I've seen human waste