Future Hell - Swearin'

We pass the buck around

I hear the sound of your future hell, rotted

I seen the shape of it myself

The night I fell into a mushroom cloud, twice

The air was serpentine when I fell

As we’re waiting for the sun to go down, tonight

I walk the purple trail till blue

Thinking the fortune told true

This time

I hear the crumbling down

People seemed like they were somewhere else

Eyes are glowing jewels overwhelmed

By somewhere far above the filthy ground

I guess

They’re in the dizzy clouds

No bounty greater in the common hells

The grain is everybody’s for the meal

But something is in their grade-A mouths, tonight

They pour the turpentine in the well

I was looking for another way out

I found the rocky trail by moon

And slept for twenty hours through

Dreamt of twin lions

Bonded by destiny

Of being the sirens

Sometimes we chose our fate

That’s why stay