Thug nasty, smoke out;
I got the munchies.
Walking off a rainbow in those swirls of smoke.
Snapping pictures with his x-ray eyes,
Look for Him, a jigsaw puzzle of blinded faith.
Life is a disturbing psychological trend, a tangle of twisting paths.
Smoke out; I got the munchies.
Deliver us from Lucifer’s hammer.
Picking up the pieces, right about the time Hell freezes over.
Look for Him, the burden of life.
Pretend you don’t see; look for Him.
Life is an unsketched canvas, don’t blame Him.
Swallowing the sickening clarity, my lost and found life.
Lost faith.
Smoke out.
I got the munchies.
Walking off a rainbow in those swirls of smoke.
Snapping pictures with his x-ray eyes,
Look for Him, a jigsaw puzzle of blinded faith.
Life is a disturbing psychological trend, a tangle of twisting paths.
Smoke out; I got the munchies.
Deliver us from Lucifer’s hammer.
Picking up the pieces, right about the time Hell freezes over.
Look for Him, the burden of life.
Pretend you don’t see; look for Him.
Life is an unsketched canvas, don’t blame Him.
Swallowing the sickening clarity, my lost and found life.
Lost faith.
Smoke out.
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