Lyrics End & Egg - Doseone

What
I don't mean
To hate
On jack fake

Let's say
There was an un-preservable flesh
Textured egg
You had to protect
Or
Would you drop your neck on the chopping block
Of no clear god, and lop your avant rap rock real talk
Bill wraught feel soft axe head off

You bury a skull in soil
And hope it will a lilly make
I hate to break it to you dull
But it ain't gonna take

You bury a skull in soil
And hope it will a lilly make
I hate to break it to you dull
But it ain't gonna take

This ain't thine death bag
With it's black bang bill bent mash
And a laugh half-mast in wind
Can't cast shine in an
This ain't thine death bag
With its black bang bill bent mash
And a laugh half-mast in wind
Can't cast shine in an

In the oven of the year you
End & egg
A wonderful X-ray of

You at fifty, (in the study, with the nightstick, by the end lamp)
(In your one bed and your no rent, by your lonesome)
(In your own right)
(In the low light, with your one wing)
(And your noising)

You bury a skull in soil
And hope it will a lilly make
I hate to break it to you dull
But it ain't gonna take

You bury a skull in soil
And hope it will a lilly make
I hate to break it to you dull
But it ain't gonna take

Beware
The very mouths that feed you
Just might be the hell that eats you
And I know a pawn
Who can stretch a song his whole life long
But when he's gone he is gone

You may land in devils hand
(Don't play chords with satan, he'll stab you)
They land in devils hands
(Don't play chords with satan, he'll stab you)
They land in devils hands
(Don't play chords with satan, he'll stab you)
They land in devils hands
(Don't play chords with satan, he'll stab you)
They land in devils hands