Lyrics

Designer styles and designer drugs I'm an idol now so I don't idle much Might as well have the Midas touch Time will tell that their time is up Shit so cold it's like it's dipped in gold Get twist and rolled like the spliffs I smoke Sigur Ros 'em with the Figaros My fit alone drips sticks and stones Been numb from the jump self medicate Drugs on my tongue tends to help keep the stress away Everyday living where the dead space grows In the boy's ribcage that can gestate roses Petrol in my petals let's go Mementos on the mental mend slow A dead skull full of deaf-toned echoes Left notes with a death-stroke XO I saw the reaper he lives in the mirror Told me my future but I couldn't hear him Reading your palms while you face 'em to god now I will still be here when you taste the fallout I saw the reaper he lives in the mirror Told me my future but I couldn't hear him Reading your palms while you face 'em to god now I will still be here when you taste the fallout On a wave of my own where it rains in my soul Stayed in a coma raked over coals Prayed for the pain paint hate on the walls Weight of the world stayed placed on the shoulders Atlas shrugged when they pass their judgment And hold their hands out for cactus hugs Katana blade made Damascus tongue Dissolved my brain in some acetone If no man is an island It's no man's land when I land nomad that's typecast No matter my hand won't bat an eyelash A massive fire-catch amassed the lilacs I grew them for you It's beautiful huh? How something so perfect can wilt in the sun It's a million to one and I willed it and still I'm the one I saw the reaper he lives in the mirror Told me my future but I couldn't hear him Reading your palms while you face 'em to god now I will still be here when you taste the fallout I saw the reaper he lives in the mirror Told me my future but I couldn't hear him Reading your palms while you face 'em to god now I will still be here when you taste the fallout