Grape Variety Lyrics

The illusions of a mind full of grief

Hoping for a way out to find a release

Cut off your right hand to save you from sins

Your cult like following is something akin

To Jim Jones when he told his folks to sip on the Kool-Aid

Sweet taste of grape 'fore they realized it's too late

To realize that your medicine is lethally laced

With something so faint you can't possibility taste

Call it acrid and bitter when it reaches your gut

Almond butter smooth words with a hint of a nut

Lived out your whole life with a pompous strut

You Viewed yourself as king but you were anything but

I Never picked up your charisma

Molded by a pismire

Work, work, work 'til your body can't deliver

Nothing more than a beginner

My patience's gettin' thinner

Lust, Pride, Sloth nothing more than just a sinner

Drugs in my veins

Hookah, psilocybin, to my brain, what a waste

Pulling on my sickly tendencies, stutter pace

I think that I would rather wrap my hands round your waist

Gone without trace

Bones, muscle, skin

Smuggle in the subtle, what a state that I'm in

Trouble on the double, every story begins

With the alchemist devout to drown his hatred in gin

Gate, Devil, Sin

Eyes made of stone

Breeding the most evil ever lies that I've told

Seeking out my sequence, and the story unfolds

Your demeanor seems much sweeter when it's painted in gold

Patient, my prose

Be patient, my baby

I'd hate to go revisit the mistakes that I've made

These memories, they get to me, but equal in trade

It's bitter, but these visions that i get of you naked

Boy are they tasty

And your silver tongue lies

They tarnish my soul

I can't bring you by

I can't take it no more

I want you to lie

I want you to lie

I want you to lie

I want you to lie

So write to your gods and speak your words

The format you wrote ain't original it's slurred

Your perception is blurred

Unperfected and stirred

Misdirected absurd

There ain't nothing they ain't already heard

Yet you call to your gods

To reach out to ether expecting applause

Put out your hands and keep the facade

You die for what you call an honorable cause