You’re a target range
I’m on a turkey shoot
Like milchig plates
I bury the loot
If you want it strange
I’m a mystic too
If you want outrage
Ensure you tune in soon
Blackened like a heroin spoon
My smoke racked lungs will pack up soon.
Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge
You’re a target range
I’m on a turkey shoot
Like milchig plates
I bury the loot
If you want it strange
I’m a mystic too
If you want outrage
Ensure you tune in soon
Blackened like a heroin spoon
My smoke racked lungs will pack up soon.
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