Lyrics:
of the underworld
Surrounded by spiders and snake so impure
Trapped in my mind I'm a Prisoner
Glass by design at the pinnacle
Fucked up my life I'm a sinner bro
I’m taking no prisoners, it’s going down
We run this shit, we run this town
All you can see when you look around
Dead bodies on the ground,
welcome the feeling; I'm hopelessly alone
In a wormhole made from lethal fear
All color drained from the stratosphere
All life's been cursed by
have their way with you
Outside seasons come and go like tyrants across history
You're still stuck here a prisoner trapped by your own mind
Bargaining
Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly
And the spiders from Mars. He played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special
Oh
Oh yeah
Ziggy played guitar
Jamming good with Weird and Gilly
And the Spiders from Mars
He played it left hand
But made it too far
Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly
And the spiders from Mars. He played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special
Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly,
And the spiders from Mars. He played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special
Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly,
And the spiders from Mars. He played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special
of a dissected spider still contracts
This resurrects the idea of an experiment on human legs
A limb sawed off and stolen from the local cemetery
Contracting
Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly,
And the spiders from Mars. He played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special
Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly,
And the spiders from Mars. He played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special
Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly,
And the spiders from Mars. He played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special
Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly,
And the spiders from Mars. He played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special
And shout out to the prisoners who’s waiting for the visitors
Who never got assisted by the police and the ministers
I grew up with the criminals never sat
Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly,
And the spiders from Mars. He played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special
a big one, the war that is, it was a Sunday afternoon
The gypsy was held prisoner by the screen door from the moon
Now somewhere between the dog food
of guilty acts
Eroded by all the things you hate
There's bodies dancing, crazed
Sexual heat
Grazing from the orchard where starving people eat
Her great
you, tower of the elephant
No thief had ever came back alive from this place
Which did not frighten the young treasure hunter
At night the bold
Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly,
And the spiders from Mars. He played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special
Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly,
And the spiders from Mars. He played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special
Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly,
And the spiders from Mars. He played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special
Ziggy played guitar
Jamming good with Weird and Gilly
And the Spiders From Mars
He played it left hand
But made it too far
Became
I move slick and I think quicker
Everything vintage, talk shit like a rich nigga
Maybe I escape from my fate with 6 figures
Shawty think i'm holy,
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