Tekst:
Rapture The The Smell

As I sit on this bus bench I look around and smell a foul stench I try to identify this foul smell What could it be,? I can?t tell?. I know what it is

protection from one time, only caught for my prime So I asked the Father what I did so wrong? 'Cause shit, it's been hard for me besides chief And the smell

But who really cares? You just throw it in the air, Celebratin wealth, pourin Mo«t in her hair- Excuse me, her weeve- the bluest of weed, Trunk full of white, car smell

protection from one time, only caught for my prime So I asked the Father what I did so wrong? 'Cause shit, it's been hard for me besides chief And the smell

e-y-e just soak it in like mother earth who was once this jewel is just a sess poop for fools truly world theres another chapter to that never ending capture rapture

this song for me Call me within your holy house to dwell Let me raise for myself in spell Voluptuously dancing daughters of the night sky Sing the rapturous

m falling into guru muhk She moves in a rapture that her capsule might Land on your star Meditating in the morning, head dressed in white Beauty bazaar You can smell

a mic so we can paint this image of the gifted-anxious, to flip the language it's the noun meltdown from the outer-shell now smell the burning flesh

I like the smell of a dead child Whose I cut the throat After torturing him a bit For nothing but pleasure Innocence bleeds As the feeble lamb lies Sadism