Tree of Smoke

I’m up here playing with alchemy turning water to gold
While I’m pissing off of my balcony on passerbys down below
Still on shore leave spilling 40s of swill, my rites of passage
Feeling lost as the Minotaur outside the labyrinth
Lost our childlike innocence to ultraviolence festering
We walk for miles in regiments of Monster Island denizens
Cross the Alps with elephants and crocodiles and pelicans
So pray and kiss your babies if that’s your domicile we’re stepping in
Clutch the SIG by the muzzle, flush the pig from the jungle
Now something bigger is coming it just got triggered to hunt you
You seen a ghost, dropped a microdot upon the eastern slope
Asking what’s a king to a god, what’s a lumberjack to a tree of smoke?
Lightly put my livelihood is firewood for the higher good
So I’ll write the book you’ll never read, guess there’s no reason why you would
But one day they’re gonna dig us up to find out what made us tick
So I spill my guts like I give a fuck and hope that it makes them sick
It goes, bones for the vultures, Salem witches for the pious
Souls for brimstone and sulfur, captive Christians for the lions
It goes, bones for the vultures, Salem witches for the pious
Souls for brimstone and sulfur, captive Christians for the lions
It goes, bones for the vultures, Salem witches for the pious
Souls for brimstone and sulfur, captive Christians for the lions
One day they’re gonna dig us up to find out what made us tick, made us tick,
made us tick, made us, what made us