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live theatre - jakprogresso lyrics

intro:

* and performing today, is jak, and his awkward thesis of love!
h*llo! yes, my love, ’fore i’ll cut your heart out, and eat your heart, my love, uh, before i cut my wrist my love to show you, before my passion fills (wow), your headless void, my love, haha, hehe, ayo!

verse:

i’m on the set like who is this? peace to
j23 (peace!)
the rest can climb on my elephant tennis b*lls with rivets (wow what’s with my…?)
f*ck friends and gimmicks (huh)
there’s a statue of me built in a body position of an olympic champion throwin’ a discus
worshipped by cannibal pygmiеs and midgets
right off the coast of the pacific
and thеy wave human heads on sticks when i visit
that’s why my head’s the biggest (yeah)
i fade the physics, my thoughts the moon and my brain’s a sun so i’m not ecliptic
i have the fidgets, when avoidin’ roadblocks for manhunts by police districts
when archaeologists lifted, my crypt lid
they found ancient, unencrypted aramaic words that’s scripted, hand*chiseled by egyptians
on the ground like esophagus was sworn because one of the pyramids had chipped in
and was unburied after men, by alien construction equipment
now let’s be specific (be specific, yeah)
during court my victims are listless
because i leave ransom notes in hieroglyphics
dungeon magic, with terrors and microbes showin’, exposin’
caskets fastened to my ceiling by iron owe rings
and now they look like they’re floating
in a corroding fortress that’s resting on a pile of human bones, barely holding
i suck on them all to my castle during boding
using stars and constellations from masons, as map decodings
i serve recommends at the burgular because like hobbits
robbin’ treasures guarded by sleeping dragons
i’m tip*toein’, invisible with the use of cloakin’ (look!)
look peasants, i brought presents!
after my archer’s arrows struck the king’s pheasants
’cause i am protected, by the angelic wolven crescent
but my medal mesh nether chest plate dented
300 year vampire frenchman, let’s begin fencin’ (uh!)
musketeer hat with the hair feather bendin’ (fire!)
got a fault in amish of royal descendant, slave drivin’ wenches
to detenses, and i’m like castle’s entrance
from smell of decayed intestines, block your senses
musket thrown from stone hedges
by vontor and the next of kin beheaded!
hm, true, everybody…!
outro:

* it was a magical story of yours, ?, ?, that had an instinct ??, he would create an entirely new human mess, never let light of cult twists overwhelming, soon he would face even darker days, but nothing unnerving, not even the horrors of war could ? his vibrant and powerful imagination
* a mild demand that never could imagine, and what is behind those bland eyes, look at me, i’m trying to tell you the truth, what do you know about this man?
i know their old reel has got a long history of violence, many murder him and called his place home
* long history of violence, is this though the very foundation of this faceless, human suffering
* very dramatic, maybe a little overboard?
* you have a lot to learn my dear…

- jakprogresso lyrics

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