Letras:
Atmosphere Secret

ain't made, always been a fan of flashbacks Go ahead, wear your heart on your backpack But don't forget my name when you start to talk shit Up in the atmosphere

: Hidden secret sabbat summoning my name On my way to satan to give the kiss of shame Flaming pagan fire burning high at night Wild copulation in the

on your bowler hat Speeding through the atmosphere Past planes and meteorites Maybe you're gone Maybe you're lost somewhere Floating in outer space A radio wave tuning into some Secret

don?t want to stitch Go where we haven?t been Fly away, time machine Cloud we will chase him out Crowds, we will face them down This is our secret place

familiars in pentacles of green Flowing the bloodline past millenia so strong Reciting atmospheres to tangle mortal song Secret - evening - thunder

a college professor's pod now I'm the only thing you should be fearing for the next millennium clearing if only time will tell then I'll tell time no secrets

roll And all the secret someones go And all the roving rovers ramble Down my back, down my track And all the rolling rollers roll And all the secret

familiars in pentacles of green Flowing the bloodline past millenia, so strong Reciting atmospheres to tangle mortal song Secret evening, thunder Pagans

blink Time to snort a white hoe bitch Next she tell me Fly dont need it but Fly say Mane fuck that shit Suckers fill my atmosphere Hoe you should