Texty:
Eden S Curse

, Daddy's the crackhead Mama's just lookin' for love Marijuana, weedman, little thug We don't call him Steven Breathin' in the garden of Eden Eve

Everything is rags and there's nobody to blame but me And it would be so easy if there was no one to hurt but me But now everything that I do coming out

awakes Farewell the temple master's bells His kiosk and his black worm seed Courtship solely of his word With eden guaranteed. For now prince rupert's

playing their polkas to me There?s a ringing of bells, a dunderhead?s curse Fingers are pointing at you And you take work in hell, be glad it?s not

curse of salvation The odious essence of His holy revelation It floats from the garden of eden In malevolent grace The Devil's blood Through the

far since Eden we've been cursed and i know that i'm the worst every thought in my mind is evil and i hate all other people there's no good in us

green, unless it's patches The rapper Bizzy Bone sees Bryon McCane, he sees fathom No mathematic, automatic, duckin the physical Let me touch the rhythm so un-hypocritical Stay little, stay brittle, that's

the greed, our needs are bitter spent On upturned mouths and haunts of wickedness We walk this Eden, a secret Faces hidden under Leonine pride In dusk's

As mine in tears and spasms wrung' Ebon nemesis, slain jericho's stone Has built thee a marbled stair By candlelight to eden and a serpentine throne