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Wildflower

by State of Cykosis

on Choir of a Nutcase (1997)

[Intro]
Miracle drug capable of curing a variety of ailments to make normal life more pleasant. Also, excessive use can lead to psychological psychosis

[Verse 1: The False Prophet]
The walls are melting, I don't know my name
Wildflower running through my lunatic brain
Drifting, drifting, I think I'm going nuts
Insanity's chasing my words through this cut
Back and forth and forth and back
Give me that flower, this is my fucking sack
Slam and crawl and fuck and grind
Stuck in the pit, I lost my mind
Step into the circle and march with me
Biting my victims, I pick em in 3's
A, B, C, D, E, F, J
One motherfucker came out to play
Then to follow ticks ticks ticks
Three bloody bodies like to give me a piss

[Hook]
Wildflower, wildflower, pumping on the wildflower
Wildflower, wildflower, pumping on the wildflower
Wildflower, wildflower, pumping on the wildflower
WILDFLOWER, WILDFLOWER, PUMPING ON THE WILDFLOWER!
Wildflower, wildflower, pumping on the wildflower
Wildflower, wildflower, pumping on the wildflower
Wildflower, wildflower, pumping on the wildflower
[?] FUCKING [?] FOREVER!

[Verse 2: Greg Files]
Kill me, he's left, I ain't sharin' you
[?] for my next steps to devour with
Bart smoking [?] down now he starts to fall
Travelling through to freeze the black hole

[Verse 3: Cykosis]
Hell no, we won't go
'Cuz survival tells me so

[Verse 4: The False Prophet]
Let me take it 'till my promise slam
With the bloody nine, iron in my hand
Black Bart, he stole my soul

[Verse 5: Black Bart]
Let me tell ya how the story told
B, L, A, C, goddamn K
I had a lord but I keep him away
I guess that's the motherfucking way of the world
I kill motherfuckers just for looking at my girl
But I don't give a fuck I'm certainly motherfucking be
Never fucking can't fuck with me

[Hook]

[Interlude]
[?] forget that time, I'm not very happy with everything anymore

[Verse 6: Black Bart]
B to the A to the R to the T
I know now why that I is me
Singing but shafting my skull
Want to let them out like its doll?
Where am I gonna do what to do?
Want to kill me? Want to kill you?
My army's marching, that's no lie
A tooth for a tooth and eye for eye

[Verse 7: The False Prophet]
Why he's the prophet of death?
Close your eyes and hold your breath
Deep, deep, deep in the ground
Inhaling since he bought the pound
Now I'm hallucinatin', and masturbatin'
Nasty, nasty as the apple fornicatin'
I'm the prophet so follow me where I go
C-Y-K-O-S-I-S, bro

[Hook]

[Outro]
[?]
I don't give a fuck