Derelicts of dialect Dangerous environment Lone star, no law will ever slow my hand So far, quick draw, quit while you can Quicksand suffocates and draws
smiles I caught a shootin' star inside a peanut butter jar We bring it in the vocal booth and beam out like rayzars We draw crop circles, that prints
Now exhibit true audacity and passively hack reason to ribbons Your excused from the roundtable admissions committee Activist legends turned hostage in fallen cities Dirty earthlings circling
came round just around noon And you would greet me, purring in your doorway Drawing up your tail around my hips And I would go to your mouth wide open
Unable to escape the certain death upon land, boil in their liquid Prison. Disease then circles the earth, plagues & viruses with no known cause Or cure laying waste to whatever draws
eyes wide and see Don't want none of G A D E and Conflict Load 'em up and bust a (unverified) Vietnam, we droppin' bomb shit, strapped do draw Ready
Cross the river styx Heed your crucifix The mudded corpses cry Howling to the sky Reach the other side Open wide the gate Enter the sixth circle of
draw your choices from the voices you despise You find you're drawn to tighter and tighter circles Flashbacks, flashes forward You are insane though you have gained such wide
lies Bigger than your lies Bigger than your lies Bigger than your lies Bigger than your lies Lies Lies Lies Lies I?m ready to draw the line A circle
to play my demo tape when the system yanked Felt like I was almost signed when the shit got cranked We'll take a Saturday and just circle the mall They
Now exhibit true audacity and passively hack grease into ribbons Your excused from the roundtable admissions committee Activist legends turned hostage in fallen cities Dirty earthlings circling
see smiles I caught a shootin star Inside a peanut butter jar We bring it in the vocal booth and beam out like rayzars We draw crop circles The **** sky
he's home the TVs on I see a shadow through the blinds Walking towards the front door Yeah I think its about that time Sure enough door opens wide Now
preachers of a serpent Cathedral Draws from Milan Around a golden-arc steeple For days Givin' praise To the people Caught up in a circle for the trance
of dialect Dangerous environment Lone star, no law will ever slow my hand So far, quick draw, quit while you can Quicksand suffocates and draws out the
river Styx Heed your crucifix The mudded corpses cry Howling to the sky Reach the other side Open wide the gate Enter the sixth circle of barren land
