Wiccan Poetry (Vessel Talk) Video (MV)

The text is written on the vessel
The prophecy has been told
The only remembrance is inside of the light
Everything has been compressed into the ship of my existence
My ribcage holds tools
My lungs are black and distorted
My heart is made of gold
My Mind is carried around by the vessel

Read the text that's on my ribcage
My vessel on the wrong page
I flip it while I smoke haze the
Message is an outrage
The vessel got the wrong age
Connected by the blood flow
My mind is stuck inside a cage
Kiss me when I slit the vein

My vessel is the ship It carry round the mental illness
My ribcage is the cellar door my lungs they breathe within it
My heart is made of gold I'm full of love and I hate it
Drugs are stacking up I feel like Witchboy I won't ever quit
I abuse the f*cking substance I divide but I won't split
Pastors of the underground Carry round the prophecy
Walk-in thru the function left my mind behind the door step
I want everything I can't get and I won't get

I've seen the light it connects all our minds in the darkness i shyne in the night my soul cry
I am a vessel but I see the truth underground prophet preaching but all of you blind
I was sent here to open up your minds to the energies waiting to save all your souls
Beauty in life but the darkness is blinding perfection in the void is where I am whole

Break me break me
You could never phase me
Take me Take me
You could never save me
Love Me Love me
You could never trust me
Kill me Kill me
You could never touch me