Opia-Bungler

Opia - Bungler This idea is outdated And the rest is is a lie This idea is outdated It hasn't come to these eyes Free from the weight My tongue can't wait Sold this paycheck Take beneath me I am the god to reborn And to you Free from the weight My tongue can't wait I was last born from the f**king dirt That grew the fruit behind our f**king house I was last born from the f**king dirt That grew the fruit behind our f**king house We laid waste to the land When we flipped the soil in our mouths My brain bleeds black My eyes spit gas Every muscle snaps My thoughts relapse Every crooked look All these shifty eyes Led me to the place Where only good men die This idea is outdated And the rest is is a lie This idea is outdated It hasn't come to these eyes Free from the weight My tongue can't wait