Jackson Jones - Blood from the Stone lyrics

[Verse 1: Qwel] This world feels like crumbling plastic, tumbling backwards, crashing down Gla** and bubbling acid splashing back, shudder and smash unto the ground The trumpet blasts been howling for days, I pray for my Savior to come from the clouds The trouble we found amounts to nothing in respect to that rumbling sound Thundering round this mountain, fumbling crowd mumbling wondering how Thumbing their numbers and dust in their slumbering gowns under the sun just hustling louse And huffin and puffin and f** it forget it, it's nothing, just suffer it out What a grim pout, summer of sin, the fun'll begin and some'll get down Some will get found and some will get singed and some will get big and some will get proud And some will get humbled from pummeling mustard seeds, drown with the shuffling clouds Juggling clowns, sniffing his doubts, drowning in Ritalin, tripping his now Bow to the druggist, the towers just plummet but how he just loves this drifting in doubt Fixing to dowse us down in splintered debris and this isn't me, the hisses agree Physics of heat the vicious deceit and gimmick emcees and distance between The images beaming to limit his thinking as if it drips from the flickering screen Then it's bigger than dreaming and thicker than blood in the winter of grievance and b**hes and thugs Figures of demons and simpleton heathens with cynical love sh**'ll go bust if kids'll grow up, justice is reason in flux with the season And read it and breath it and sh** or get up, enough with conceit and us limping in slough Huffing and puffing and wheezing, believing in nothing but Me, me, me now, now, now [Hook: Jamie Clemmons] Hey listen to me, I got something to say That's why I sing about me [Verse 2: Qwel] I name it anthrax is Xanax is half bar is fat scar Is double dutching luncheon rubber duck artists, motherf** you rapstars Brothers drugged by dragons in dungeons, running ads, s**ing black tar Son it's sad, but daddy and mummy and sissy and bubby give a sh** if you listen to Missy and Puffy It's fishies and puppies and ribbons and lovely and pretty and fluffy And rusty and jagged and maggots and money, it's funny, you're laughing Somebody's blasting a gunny at the front of the studying- Cla**. Half of them bloody the other half running Hated the TV, made it to TV, hatred is easy, we made it this ugly Faded to nothing for nothing but pagers and cellies and nature is leaving and bleeding and plugging And bugging and bleeping and love it or leave it or keep it this cuddled to huddle in secret It cuddles with weakness in men, when will we see that this beacons pretend? You get hemmed if you try to wake a sleeper from the deeps of his slumber underneath all you're gonna see is red All this greed and this d**h and this grief and this debt that we perfect, that beasts project An infection of freaks injected in streets projected; ain't that a neat effect? When the lesson is green and the leavings a blessing we agreed hence with a seed to fence The keys to Benz, a disease to boot, a scene to shoot, and a G defense And a tweeked effect on a peaking crest, a a weak-minded fly to buy my weak ca**ette If hes a friend he better let you burn a copy of this sh** and observe the script for what Jesus says He's returning kids, better turn to Him and learn the hymns so we can leave this stress And this mess in the furnaces where the serpents sit and it's sweet revenge [Hook: Jamie Clemmons]