Dragon Scale

[Intro]:
- A bodiless spirit, a witch is hanged in the garden
- (?), witch!
- She'll be back, a deranged and sadistic killer does his thing

[Verse]:
Yeah, man, yo, yo, any mania prone knows the lows are so high
The lows high, the high's are the low still a low high
I'm on Lo-fi and my death could be my opus
It's a no-brainer this is for the empty headed, and last chosen
Aging king bloated, my mind goin'
IV bags of blood frozen, my body of drugs stranded with the rows in
Sicken with this, I'm throwin' up a puddle of black tar with moths
Swimmin' in it, dark mind
Dim-witted, crib is dim-litted
I been sittin' in it
No sun let in my skin pigment different (Uh?)
Stratosphere breach, burnin' my hair
I can see my own box from here, thanks, fuck current affairs (Word)
It's still burden nor care
I just wrote my next five movements like (huh?), weren't you there (Yo)
I'm perfect, as a young schitzo, the sounds woke me (What?)
House smoky, smokin' loud solely
Germophobe, give you a pound only
The town know me, I ate all of my friends
So feed on me 'til I'm half-bled
Then let me gain my strength that way I can come back, and you can feed again
I'mma drop this like the Church, dropped out a layo (Yeah)
Punished wife and addicts, whip by fake robes
Comin' out the grey hole, translucent Gog Magog with a glowstick halo
In a cult's payroll (Yeah)

[Outro]:
What? When did you get to that island, son? Put in a good work to Jupiter, for the old, old preacher!