Glass Gods

One day we will ascend through
The smoke into the beyond
The glass the glass is our master
The glass the glass is our master

Torch flame hit watch the glass ignite
Bubble in the base color bend in light
Thick smoke rise let it twist then fade
Clear peace gleam like a gem handmade
Pull through slow let the temp just ride
Carb cap spin feel the pressure inside
Eyes half closed, but the vision still wide
Pass to the left keep the circle alive
Torch glow fade now the chambers clear
One deep breath, got the sound in my ear
Glass hits smooth like a song on queue
Every exhale paint the room brand new
High tide crash when the smoke waves roll
Heavy in the chest, but it lighten my soul
Clear cut shine that design don't lie
Respect in the craft keep the session high

Glass stay cold, smoke drift high
Clear pull smooth, feel the sky
One more hit lungs on fire
Glass gods speak when I get higher
Glass stay cold, smoke drift high
Clear pull smooth, feel the sky
One more hit lungs on fire
Glass gods speak when I get higher

Quartz nail heat, watch the vapor climb
Flavor hit strong, cut crisp in time
Silver rim shine when the torch runs blue
Glass cut deep like a diamond view
Hick draw smooth let the Motion stay calm
Pressure on the lungs like a healing balm
Head start spin, but the vibes stay clear
Every pull clean feel the moment near
Stained glass glow when the colors all twist
Clouds fold in like a painters mist
Hands feel numb, but the mind drift free
Every dab tap build a gallery
Moonlight flash on the curves so fine
Every piece speak with a one of a kind
Torch sent low let the canvas breathe
Glass god's work with the art they leave

Glass stay cold, smoke drift high
Clear pull smooth, feel the sky
One more hit lungs on fire
Glass gods speak when I get higher
Glass stay cold, smoke drift high
Clear pull smooth, feel the sky
One more hit lungs on fire
Glass gods speak when I get higher
Glass stay cold, smoke drift high
Clear pull smooth, feel the sky
One more hit lungs on fire
Glass gods speak when I get higher
Glass stay cold, smoke drift high
Clear pull smooth, feel the sky
One more hit lungs on fire
Glass gods speak when I get higher