evil will wood be like I might not clap my hands

Slackjaw 8itch with a jigsaw at her Throat!!!!!!!!

hey guys why cant i shoot this song into my veins its not fair

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Bigger Than Yours

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The Better To Eat You With (ft. Michael Hovsepian)

1fish2fish

Leanin’ on a wall in a hallway, waiting on a fall from a tall place, stay on the ball.

Chase the liquor quicker with a flicker of sick all up in my ticker.

Trickle bitter shit through the face of a primate.

Throat’s closin’ as I choke, fake a joke, overload and take a toke, won’t float my boat, no? I’d run but I’m stunned, torn asunder, honey I’ll go under. Funny, I don’t wonder

how I’m shy and quiet at the time of a riot, yeah I kind of mind it, maybe, baby I should try it.

To be screamin’ in a bad dream, scheming with a tag team, sanguine theme. Don’t you know what I mean?

 

I’m movin’ forward and toward a new world order. Sorta bored of mourning nothing but my post-mortem. Lord, I never thought it better to be wetter than a whistle hissin’ missin’ every mark but I’m still ass-kissin’.

Tired of these violent villains, my vial’s spillin’, while another brother’s willin’ to bother me while I’m chillin’.

Solid as a buildin’ I might scrape the skyline, my minds eye and my blindside know why

I’m bound to be surrounded by the sounds up all around me. I was lost, but now, you’ve found me! Hide and seek with a childlike freak while I’m tweakin’ on a freak by my chemistry.

 

I am bleeding, can’t you see the hand that has been dealt to me?

Hearts club spades to diamonds that don’t shine.

Should I shuffle or buy another pack? The ace of spades is at the bottom of the pack.

Shades of gray will fade to black and white.

 

It should’ve been understood a bit. Tricky shit, ain’t it? Tasted, getting wasted, and I’m fated to be lame. It’s a shame to face my face and place my space. A trace of a race with a case of spray-mace.

Meddlin’ peddlin’, pattlin’, pedalin’ people. It puts a cheap creep’s steeply like a leak from a needleprick. Bicker, bitches bicker, pick a pint a poison. Sticky veins and noise are poised at their loins.

I’m whacked out, blacked out, snacking on caviar. Getting in my car and trying to take it too far. Christ it’s nice to be following the north star. Bet your bottom buck that you’re fucked as a pornstar.

Heathers Big Break

D.U.I. In The Sky (A Verbal Equinox Bonus Track)

Will Wood - I'll Never Amount To Anything

Kill me if you can- will wood

(disclaimer that this isn't my song I didn't make it it's made by "A Verbal Equinox"!!

He'll Use Me for His Needle Show-A Verbal Equinox

I do not claim this song. this song is not mine. 

Wealth and Hellness [feat. will wood]  - Human Zoo

(skeleton appreciation day) 

holy shit i'm hallucinating and there's skeletons dancing everywhere 

nothing here belongs to me !! music & image by will wood :]

fibrodysplasia ossificans progressiva (live) - will wood

I had nothing to say until I started singing. I bruised up my brain with my eardrums ringing.
It’s high time. My third eye was dry. Red and dead as my bloodshot mind.
I got hungry and my chakras cried. While my ego died. Here we go it’s time.
When I die I’ll be here for longer. What kills me also makes me stronger.
Ayahuasca’s purge resurging. Psilocybin. Curl up whirling
LSD and DMT and serotonin, Chemistry, magazines of all my dopamine
My kundalini is cueing me.  Here I am, take me out. Here I am, now take me out.
While I expand my scope of relevance, my mind flies towards my pink elephants.
Elements settle and meddle, towards everything, telling me anything.

Don’t and can’t. Shaman drama and marijuana. Solomon, Karma, that’s my Dharma.
Brama bottled up into Nirvana, just a few hundred micrograms.
Release and cheat to retreat. This sequence. Defense demons screaming “heathen.” Turned to be learned and burned at the stake. Rotting in hell for heaven’s sake.
Losing my mind, ‘cause there’s nothing to find.
Losing my mind, ‘cause there’s nothing to find.
Losing my mind, ‘cause there’s nothing to find.
Losing my mind, ‘cause there’s nothing to find.

What if the death rattle is a chuckle at the cosmic joke?

 

One big one that I won while I’m under. Stunned by a wonder, have some fun, sir.
These men see my freedom as disease, I’m at ease and easy to please.
When I freeze I reach for the treatment, tripped to the top and trapped my treason.
This is me but I see no reason for these legions in my cerebrum.
Losing my mind, ‘cause there’s nothing to find.
No great truth or far beyond.
Using up time on this one design, no way through this human bond.
It seems to me I orchestrate my own inevitable fate.
It seems to me I orchestrate my own inevitable fate.

My best friend was a Zen Master, he grew up to be a hot dog vendor, and he made me one with everything.

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Charles Lala

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