Lay Upon The Lotus Lyrics

The luxe, it is the drugs, trick-shot

What makes you think i have a heart

Still, i think about it: charred

And, in that field,

You asked if i could feel it healing…

I cannot feel a thing

But neurons fire and

There are spiders on my wings

And in my blood, go, hurry up

Bury me in mud up to my chin

That i might heal again…

Lay upon the lotus,

Fester in the phlegm,

These men of war will never "get it"

Oh, men of war will never "get it"

Get on with the imminence then…

You asked if i could feel it healing…

I cannot feel a thing

But neurons fire and

There are spiders on my wings

And in my blood, go, hurry up