Tree of Smoke

[BENDER] I'm up here playing with alchemy turning water to gold While I'm pissing off of my balcony on passers down below Still unsure if spilling 40's is [?] by rites of passage Feeling lost as the minotaur outside the labyrinth Lost [?] like innocents to ultra violent [?] We walk for miles in regiments of Monster Island denizens Cross the [?] with elephants and crocodiles and pelicans So pray and kiss your babies if that's your domicile we're stepping in Clutch [?] by the muzzle, flush the pig from the jungle Now something's bigger is coming and just got triggered to haunt you I see the ghost wrapped in [?] upon the eastern slope Asking what's a king to a God? What's a lumberjack to a tree of smoke? [?] my lively hood is firewood for the higher goods So I write the book you'll never read Guess there's no reason why you would One day they're gonna dig us up to find out what made us thick So I spill my guts like I give a fuck and hope it makes them sick It goes: Bones for the vultures Sailing witches for the [?] Souls for brimstone and sulfur Captive Christians for the lions[3x] One day they're gonna dig us up to find out what made us thick