Nirvana - FEB Spoons

Before ligaments and fridges, the triple six digits religion Might sacrifice pigeon's fidget was created by ancient midgets My kamikaze cronies, listen to Ozzy Over Rick Ross' chords during quasi religious ceremonies I see what the owl see curse you into paralysis Drinking blood from the chalice with Alistair Crowley I feel no guilt, for the blood that got spilt Fuck thou shall not kill, do what thou wilt! Scheming on Rosemary's baby in witches shrine My cult'll leave you shocked like Polanski in '69 Introduce you to hallucinogenic narcotics Baiting you with females rocking psychedelic bell bottoms Fu-Manchu in effect, bending spoons like Uri Geller Then I'll sharpen the ends and jooks you in the neck 67 stab wounds in the LaBiancas Allows you to sip droplets from the goblets of Pompous conquerors Table and dagger, altar of death, virgins with big breasts Soldiers of morbid thoughts, nuns indulging in incest Bring me the goat, manipulating women on dope Kidnap the pope, hang from the rope and stabbed in the throat I'll spill your blood in the name of Satan and capture your soul Altar of sacrifice, use the bible to bash in your skull Master within your cult, authors of madness Step into my chapel of goons, my collection of scalpels and tools Are used for ritualistic and sadistic purposes Ceremonial deaths, serpent the ancient verses Pazuzu possesses a sister masturbating in the monastery She used the crucifix to pop her cherry Perverted priest, flirt with the deceased, the Black Mass is achieved Shadowy figures joyfully dance with the beast Hunger for human flesh, is sex to cannibal's feast Head of the jackal, six figure hand is complete 20 hits and the room melts, get those with the black acid Kidnapping your wife, tape suppositories in plastic Candle smashing areolas, cold as a bastard Torn from a casket, human flesh gets scorned to ashes Pray to Satan like Jimmy Page, take a stage of blood Covered the following, bloods led by Miss Sadie Glutz The yalo drive, from up in the hills, Californication of pills Triple six engraved in your fucking gills We [?] wifey, made eat the whole cake Worship a ghost state, puncture your throat like chunks of Colgate Lunch in the crate and cutting his [?] in the first day The surgeon of hate, I'm licensed to keep my nurses on K Unwrapping the vague, Kevorkian, with dust in the J Hell awaits pussies the podium molest your remains I'm like Brian Wilson, the genius, with a stain of crimson Original, delusional goons, we move through the system Enter the master witchdoctor, evil emperor of my chance Will anoint the dead and poison heads and brainwash a chant I envision baptism with satanic mechanisms Each exorcism, reads the deep flesh incisions My system of worship features bitches in skirts I strip and purify my prey before they are viciously merked We're known to impregnate, and corrupt the average slut Stab the gut and quickly send the miscarriage from cups Hide the leader of ascension along with evil henchman Puking down your throat because your soul needed cleansing Blood painted pentagrams engulfed by flames Charcoal chunks of frames, we feast on monkey brains Calmly cut you down your spine now we're chugging blood of wine Choke and suffocate with twine, the fucking suffering is divine While tranquillizing needles get stuck up in your arm Sacrificial animals get abducted from the farm

This is when I lose my balance This is when I lose all control This is when I find the challenge A challenge I can call my own It's hard to fight a battle When all my weapons are so far Out of reach and balance And I forget who you are I think I'm about to fall I think I'm about to fall I think I'm about to fall Deeper and deeper, whoa Deeper and deeper, whoa Deeper and deeper, whoa Deeper and deeper, whoa Deeper and deeper, whoa Deeper and deeper, whoa Deeper and deeper, whoa Deeper and deeper, whoa This is where I find my balance This is where I gain all control Now that I can leave my challenge A challenge I don't need no more It's hard to fight a battle When I've been stretched out way too far Out of reach and balance Now I regret who you are I think I'm about to fall I think I'm about to fall I think I'm about to fall Deeper and deeper, whoa Deeper and deeper, whoa Deeper and deeper, whoa Deeper and deeper, whoa Deeper and deeper, whoa Deeper and deeper, whoa Deeper and deeper, whoa Deeper and deeper, whoa Deeper and deeper, whoa Forget Out of reach and balance Now I forget Forget Deeper Forget Forget Out of reach and balance Now I forget Forget Deeper Forget

There is a corner in her heart Where everything always shows up in the end Sometimes good, sometimes bad The memories just rise up to the top On the waterline In her hurricane mind And the submarines keep surfacing To the waterline Men can see it in her eyes Something drown in there long, long ago Under the big waves out at sea When it comes I really want to be there On the waterline In her hurricane mind And the submarines keep surfacing... On the waterline At the edge of love I swim to you On the waterline And every day I build the boat To get to where she swims alone On falling waves I cannot reach So everyday I wait And the submarines keep surfacing... There is a corner in her heart Where everything always shows up in the end Sometimes good, sometimes bad On the waterline In her hurricane mind And the submarines keep surfacing... On the waterline At the edge of love I swim to you On the waterline Deep in your heart I swim to you On the waterline At the edge of love I swim to you On the waterline At the edge of love

Architects of the world I walk your streets And live in your towns temporarily Architects of the world You¹ve served us well until now But soon we¹ll be, we¹ll be on our own And I¹ll sleep, sleep in your Nova heart As things come apart And I¹ll hide, hide in your Nova heart At ease with the thought That this nova won¹t burn out Gentlemen of the world I read your books And look at your art hesitantly Gentlemen of the world You want to educate our young But soon they¹ll be, they¹ll be on their own And I¹ll sleep, sleep in your Nova heart As things come apart And I¹ll hide, hide in your Nova heart At ease with my thoughts And I¹ll sleep, sleep in your Nova heart As things come apart And I¹ll rest, rest in your Nova heart At ease with the thought That this nova won¹t burn out

Clocks and spoons and empty rooms It's raining out tonight What a way to end a day By turnin' out the light Shoot the moon right between the eyes I'm sending most of me to sunny countryside Runnin' through sky of blue Rollin' in the sun Every day has a way Of overflowing wine Shoot the moon right between the eyes I'm keeping most of me in sunny countryside Don't know how I did that now Wonder where it's gone Must have spent the way I went Waitin' for the dawn Shoot the moon right between the eyes I'm screaming Take me back to sunny countryside Shoot the moon right between the eyes I'm screaming Take me back to sunny countryside Clocks and spoons and empty rooms It's raining out tonight