Lyrics Killer - Kristoff Krane

Killer

Feeling like it’s all or nothing
Like I’m up to something
Like I’m onto something
Like I’m on something
Like I’m looking up to something
Feeling like I’m onto something
Like it’s all or nothing
Feeling like I’m on something
I only eat what stumbles into my creation
Suck blood to the bone to keep it cleansed
Who becomes the woven web?
And without it / we are nothing
All is sacred / no exceptions
Laid down by the stream / fell asleep
Dreamt of the worlds we projected and collectively agreed
She was our first mirror / vertical axis ('Round the fire)
Feelings similar / etchings become patterns
With a filter and familiar tools to chisel out
Worst fears / a remembrance
How to use them to build shelters
With white sand on endless shores
Where nothing is still, until you’re moved to tears
Only in your hell am I a killer
Only in your hell am I a killer killer
Move yourself to be stiller
Move yourself to distill it
Ouroboric fountains into fountains / cornucopia
Nectar of the gods flowing from a scepter wrapped in feathers and fur
She stands / dead center in a desert
Surrounded by cactus patches / touching heavens undisturbed
Blue deer dance free, the outskirts protected
By the windigo-con who makes the sweep for loose connections
The stench of greed detected from the seed down in the trenches
Gets the teeth sharper than pieces of obsidian spears
Crows gather cutting noise / eluding grand illusion
Euphoria breeds inertia / releasing spirit / serpent
Depth perception deepens / sudden eruptions in the underworld
As above, as below / silky hair, white buffalo
Pack the pipe / willow bark
Osseo / say a prayer
Disappear, with the smoke
Sparkles evervecent
Space is awesome / gorgeous
Enormous / before us, the next generation awaits
Octopus telepathic / her third eye shutters
Becoming a portal into what shakes the ocean floor
First drum / panoptic lens in all directions
The smell of copal transports to distant shores
Vines climbed / then cut
Prayed over / chopped
Mixed in a black pot
Jaguars close sight / loaded and locked
Took a sip / sit down / couldn’t get up
Memories older than dust
Felt in the pit of the gut
Kept slithering up
Tethered to umbilical chord
Of golden fabric
The passage between madness and magic
Messenger manic and vexed
Inducing tremors 'till settled into some womb
Transforming into a chrysalis
Hung inside a cacoon / soaking wet
In a circle / looking at the same flame
Many angles / one source
Watch it dance in different ways
We see it dance in different ways
Only in your hell am I a killer
Only in your hell am I a killer killer
Move yourself to be stiller
Move yourself to distill it