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hemlock ernst & height keech – eulogy lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m sorry for my lack of confidence
it’s waning in this sp+ce of changing
burning sacraments and bleeding amens
praise has left creation off the table of the [?] i’m blaming
sitting siamese and rapture turning [?]
the ships is fading
i watch the moon slowly evaporating
i wonder as i wander
[?] release my bidden side
hidden [?] rhymes just intimate my pensive fate
and magnify all the missteps i’ve made
it’s recipes for hate sedated on [?]
disdain for fellow man is a trick game
we’re all born without reason
[?] kicking and screaming
i know when i seeing but believing in self is better than self+hate
takes to heart the end+game
starts at second scene
forest theater, trees that barbara packed for me
loose+leaf apathy, i cut through piles as a young teen
a lumberjack on [?] street
found my life in break beats
saw my death and coffin k!lled it in a shroud
wandered even then about the crowd assembled
carefully constructed in my dreams
tears falling in streams from others’ faces
thankful brother’s graces
let me back away from tragedy
imported by tongue and sorted in notebooks, recorded
lethal anxiety lifted from a child’s hands
lucky for me and mines i had a second chance
this eulogies just turn to dust under the weight of heaven’s rush
[?] thinking, “that should be me.”
they sunk him in the lowest sector, green grass palaces sinking
as my heart turns to lead these challenges, i’m alone in this plea
“pass the peas,” like we used to say, just sitting on the back porch
huddled in the shed, i feel the report
just some kids from newport
pass around a newport
some came out of bay woods
blazin’ up that wu torch
[?] behind us
[?] out of my periscope, out of my viewfinder
in cascade the visions peppering my visions when i close my eyes too tight
and there’s a spark of fireworks inside the light
you never had a chance once your mind tasted the white
and i gave you that first bag
and i gave you that first drag
never thought we’d be curses
we’re walking out her set
and if they gon’ curse this
then why they don’t curse that?
i’m still trying to figure how i made my way out of them woods
[?] penitentiary stood turn eventually good for those that made our way out of the hood
i try forgetting bad times but remember the good
’cause those that ain’t locked up are dead
and those that haven’t passed work at walmart instead
and nothing wrong with workin’, just the way we were misled
most them [?] boys still smokin’ in the shed
[outro]
smokin’ in the shed
smokin’ in the shed
most them [?] boys still smokin’ in the shed
smokin’ in the shed
smokin’ in the shed
most them [?] boys still smokin’ in the shed
smokin’ in the shed
smokin’ in the shed
most them [?] boys still smokin’ in the shed
most them [?] boys still smokin’ in the shed
most them [?] boys still smokin’ in the shed

‘s that two five two

- hemlock ernst height keech lyrics

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