Tyybot - Isle of Astonishing Mother Fuckers Lyrics

Scene sluts in thigh highs
Decorate my carpet
Ghosts of my past lie
Dead inside, heartless
My life is a joke and everything that I encompass
I'm saving all my money just to blow it on some dumb shit

I wanna speak Japanese
So when I'm watching subbed
I won't have to read
I wanna lay in bed to my muscles seize
And my heart no longer keeps a beat
I wanna meet your mother
Just to tell her she's an utter f*cking failure
You're a disaster on a cellular level
Yet we revel in the fact that you have semblance to the devil

Here I am I'm back again
From my little prison
I've died before, I'll die again
My coming you should christen

Never faultier, sheep I slaughter
Kingdoms fall by my hand
Gather wealth and burn their stead
I'm here to savage the land

Blade in my hand
Hole in your neck
Scanning the area
Oh look, who's next
Collect the dead
Sever their heads
Their spirits are trophies that I like to collect

Blade in my hand
Hole in your neck
Scanning the area
Oh look, who's next
I'm sending a message to all of the peasants
That tried to forget that they cast me from heaven

You look at me and think never enough
I look in the mirror and say what have I done
Nothing at all cause I always give up
Changing the numbers to giving one f*ck

Life force indefinite
Savagery infinite
Grasp your attention to use as my stimulant
Getting distracted just shows me you're insolent
I'll play your emotions as if they were an instrument

Close the gap with a naginata
Sever your head and collect the product
Vagrant life persona non grata
Give it my all, in return I get nada

Every time my eyes meet with a stranger
They should know their life is in danger
Watch out now it's battle time
Confusing fantasy with life

I'm the real deal
Serial killer samurai
Only come close if you wanna die
I think sometimes I internalize
And that's why

All of these thoughts and astonishing images
Float around in my head till my brain it diminishes
I fear for the day that I lose it
I'm nothing without my illusions

The afterlife is ugly I can tell you that for sure
Now I'm back to raise hell cause my soul was impure
I've never talked to god cause I don't talk to myself
There's a plaque inscribed "narcissistic" hung above my shelf
Inconsistencies that I try to connect
Leave it to the listener to try and make sense
I think that it's time I head back for the isle
Don't try and follow, you'll just perish in the trial

Here I am I'm back again
From my little prison
I've died before, I'll die again
My coming you should christen

Never faultier, sheep I slaughter
Kingdoms fall by my hand
Gather wealth and burn their stead
I'm here to savage the land

Blade in my hand
Hole in your neck
Scanning the area
Oh look, who's next
Collect the dead
Sever their heads
Their spirits are trophies that I like to collect

Blade in my hand
Hole in your neck
Scanning the area
Oh look, who's next
I'm sending a message to all of the peasants
That tried to forget that they cast me from heaven