He also discovered that any matter he touched also turned to stone. Accidentally touching his other hand, he found that he could transform his entire body into the stone-like material.
To his dismay, his hand began to turn to stone-like material still capable of movement. Writer(s): Mona Earle-lambertLyrics powered by Paul Duval, a young chemist working for a pharmaceutical company in Paris, accidentally spilled a potion contaminated by some unknown organic substance on his right hand. Sniffin up the scents of the gore in my nostril Ritual magick I cast a spell like apostle Iont know nobody I just sit with my bottle I got visions of these fuckers blood stainin the cobble I got Maybe three more years of livin Because humanity my tumour and the cell′s malignant You got up in my Brain n so i'm losin my pigment Going grey on a bed, I stop my breathin, n listen Cant be startin fights no more i′m cutting the calories I love you that's a logical fallacy Brain Tempered with the sedative of THC alchemy Huh Dreamin in your city wipe my ass with your tapestries I Don't leave my fuckin house except for smoke and the meds And I aint makin it to twenty, Kimber under my bed Life controlled by trippin puppeteers fuckin with threads I know comin next year you′ll be wishin i′m dead I cant fill up my lungs enough when i'm smokin Cant make the wrist bleed enough when copin Huh, hold the too bottle close now im chokin Vomit but grateful for the lacking of my bloatin I think pretty cost too much Spend too Many nights with nothin in gut Got too Many people in my dms to fuck And not enough people round that I love n can trust Man Spend too Many days whinin on beats All my flows are wack and my shit is too niche Imma disgrace irrelevant faggot n freak My body Don′t belong here I should be in deep
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