"Dark Woods" lyrics
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Sky is my roof, grass high as bamboo
Soon as I arrived, knew I shoulda never came through
Side-eye when they claim plans foolproof
So no real surprise when easy as one-two
Turn to "Oh no dude, fuck is we gon' do?"
Deep Woods OFF!, Ted Kaczynski
White man map, the space empty
Here there be monsters, dark forests wander
Glaciers of ice conjure black ganja that don't burn
Malice and spite squandered, the dead don't learn
Harpy claw like bone saw, Self-Murderers flout divine law
That great escape, Tree of Knowledge
Bagged by the eighth, it only took one snake
Rope around my neck and kick the ladder out
Hid from his eye, cheered when they tumbled out the sky
Humbled and chastised, all lies crumble
A thousand eyes in the jungle, lifetime of pies and bundles
Death marching, one in the back of the head when you stumble
As I lay moldering, head stove-in
L still smolderin', eyes red-rimmed
Calf had the golden skin
A cold wind, twist and spin from old limb
Thick skinned, wide cadaver grin, no new friends
What says the priest?
The priest does not say
The priest does not say. Nihil dicit
I'll not secondsay you in your notions. Don't ask it
Ah, priest. What could I ask of you that you've not already given?
Sky is my roof, grass high as bamboo
Soon as I arrived, knew I shoulda never came through
Side-eye when they claim plans foolproof
So no real surprise when easy as one-two
Turn to "Oh no dude, fuck is we gon' do?"
Deep Woods OFF!, Ted Kaczynski
White man map, the space empty
Here there be monsters, dark forests wander
Glaciers of ice conjure black ganja that don't burn
Malice and spite squandered, the dead don't learn
Harpy claw like bone saw, Self-Murderers flout divine law
That great escape, Tree of Knowledge
Bagged by the eighth, it only took one snake
Rope around my neck and kick the ladder out
Hid from his eye, cheered when they tumbled out the sky
Humbled and chastised, all lies crumble
A thousand eyes in the jungle, lifetime of pies and bundles
Death marching, one in the back of the head when you stumble
As I lay moldering, head stove-in
L still smolderin', eyes red-rimmed
Calf had the golden skin
A cold wind, twist and spin from old limb
Thick skinned, wide cadaver grin, no new friends
What says the priest?
The priest does not say
The priest does not say. Nihil dicit
I'll not secondsay you in your notions. Don't ask it
Ah, priest. What could I ask of you that you've not already given?
