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state of cykosis - wildflower lyrics

[intro]
miracle drug capable of curing a variety of ailments to make normal life more pleasant. also, excessive use can lead to psychological psychosis

[verse 1: the false prophet]
the walls are melting, i don’t know my name
wildflower running through my lunatic brain
drifting, drifting, i think i’m going nuts
insanity’s chasing my words through this cut
back and forth and forth and back
give me that flower, this is my f-cking sack
slam and crawl and f-ck and grind
stuck in the pit, i lost my mind
step into the circle and march with me
biting my victims, i pick em in 3’s
a, b, c, d, e, f, j
one motherf-cker came out to play
then to follow tits tits
three bl–dy bodies like to give me a piss

[hook]
wildflower, wildflower, pumping on the wildflower
wildflower, wildflower, pumping on the wildflower
wildflower, wildflower, pumping on the wildflower
wildflower, wildflower, pumping on the wildflower!
wildflower, wildflower, pumping on the wildflower
wildflower, wildflower, pumping on the wildflower
wildflower, wildflower, pumping on the wildflower
[?] f-cking [?] forever!

[verse 2: greg files]
[?] is left i ain’t sharing you
[?] for my next [?]
bart smoking [?] now he starts to fall
travelling through to freeze the black hole

[verse 3: cykosis]
h-ll no, we won’t go
‘cuz survival tells me so

[verse 4: the false prophet]
let me take it til my promise slam
with the bl–dy nine iron in my hand
black bart, he stole my soul

[verse 5: black bart]
let me tell ya how the story told
b, l, a, c, godd-mn k
i had a lord but i keep him away
i guess that’s the motherf-cking way of the world
i k!ll motherf-ckers just for looking at the girl
but i don’t give a f-ck i certainly motherf-cking be
never f-cking can’t f-ck with me

[hook]

[interlude]
[?] forget that time, i’m not very happy with everything anymore

[verse 6: black bart]
b to the a to the r to the t
i know now why that i is me
singing but shafting my skull
want to let them out like its doll?
where am i gonna do what to do?
want to k!ll me? want to k!ll you?
my army’s marching, that’s no lie
a tooth for a tooth and eye for an eye

[verse 7: the false prophet]
why hates the prophet of death?
close your eyes and hold your breath
deep, deep, deep in the ground
inhaling since he bought the pound
now i’m hallucinatin’, and masturbatin’
nasty, nasty -ss, the apple fornicatin’
i’m the prophet so follow me where i go
c-y-k-o-s-i-s, bro

[hook]

[outro]
[?]
i don’t give a f-ck

- state of cykosis

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