A. muscaria ft. standingwolf Lyrics

Black box, black book, pandora call your name

Black rope, fish hook, a beautiful place to hang,

Psychomotor inhibition, fallin' oh so silent

But intrusive thoughts will tell you that you ought to be violent

Solitary nights in which im painting strictly by the moon

Im staring at the bloodstain from your emesis pool

If brother never taught you how to cope with the moods

Then come along and follow me, we'll locate your tomb

Killed by the visions, preconceived excision

Of my lungs in the kitchen

Imminent lobectomy, she hit me with derision

Vomit out attrition, losin the ambition,

Feel like a farce, can i ever be forgiven?

Glistening blood as i hang in this prison

Feel like im haunted by the ghost of perdition

Dont even try to save me, it'll break your cognition, oh....