Gas Mass

Now we talk again to the never end and walk to ten

And see the end never again and back to forge for friends

Having tough times, the gas leaked out and the mass peaks now

For the dastly down, and we are the ones to hurt again

Now we have hope so we don't have to cope and then we rope

Around the dope so we don't gotta say no to something at the do'

Now the time has come to seal the deal, peace treaties alike

And nothing will stop us from now, nothing from the take

The second one always dies, the first one in the lake

And now that you know the pains of walking through the rains

And having to be non-profane while having a tank full of propane

And no sane, and know games so you can fight in the snow, names

Picken from a hat, white, red, or black, choose a color and you may

Just be chosen back, on the sins of someone else

You've been asking for help, and now the gas mass has won to delve

 

This is a gas mass

For the longest time, we thought it was a black hat

This is a gas mass

For the longest time, we thought it was a black hat

 

Never in a million damn years, would I give it up

The only thing I'd ever do to this journey is know what's up

And now that I'm dying, deathbed prying, people crying, because I was lying

I will be charged for my sins, getting high and

If you don't believe hell, then no one can tell

If you don't believe something, you'll be into it

So just be very vain, careful in the rain, don't get triggered now, do not pump propane

That's what we use to identify ourselves, what we do to ask for help

Because the gas mass has taken over our solemn selves

And now as we choose, we have full pools, full of blood, tiers and sweat from fools

And the rules now delayed, people dying along the way

Because sometimes they just wanna end it before they decay

They figure it'll happen one time, maybe next rhyme, maybe first

But they know throughout everything, they've yet to see the worse

And now as the warrior sees, the journey, it sees that all it is is a flock of birds

And now in summer sweat, dead pillows, hum or bet

Because you'd put everything on the tightrope to get more better yet

And now as you journey with me, please don't throw, the weather bit me

So be off on your head so you don't become the last kitty

 

This is a gas mass

For the longest time, we thought it was a black hat

This is a gas mass

For the longest time, we thought it was a black hat

 

Yeah, don't be so gullable

It'll bite you one day