MonstarTrax cranking up the beat, Moonwalking through decay. Vile essence in the air, Blowing all the dread away. Bong bubbles making laps, Everybody lost the care. Putrescine and rot reconnect The dead still dancing there. Skeletons and zombies grooving Like they never lost their heads. Blood keeps soaking through the floor, Cracking open graves instead. Discord full of phantoms, Everybody in the pit. MonstarTrax lit the fuse— Now the whole damn yard's legit. Graveyard boogy, time to raise up the dead Bones start to rattle where the shadows are fed Scattering across the concrete stone floor Zombies and ghouls breaking through the trap door Ghosts already rose, climbing free through the mud No longer drowning in the bile and the blood The graveyard is the space where the dead dance free Dropping to the ground where the phantoms can see Half lotus in a hole, pulsing deep to the beat Waiting for the skeleton army to meet Inviting every demon that was locked in my closet Time to align the energy and make a deposit (The carnival phonk beat detonates into a hyper-speed rave bounce as the children's choir screams the chants with aggressive energy) Shatter the bones down straight to the floor! Grab a fat dab, jump in the pit for some more! Levitate the vessel while the geometry spins This is our sober where the universe wins Smeared face paint with the crooked-ass smile The whole damn yard is turning skunky and vile! Dancing with a zombie in the middle of the night Her tit falls right off but the rhythm is tight Taking a little piece of the decay with my stride A hungry ghoul stepping up to look at my side Looks like she wants to take a bite of the meat But oh shit, it’s Sweet Pea coming out to repeat! Wake the dead in the yard, two halves of a whole Boogy all night while the sub-bass take control Sacred geometry spinning round her frame Flipped upside-down, she forgets her own name Twisting to the left, twisting round to the right Her head rolls right over, giggling in the light Always stoned in the zone, this is how we survive A pack of half-dead phantoms feeling fully alive Chunks of rotting flesh flying straight through the air The dead are having raves without a single cold care Bones on the concrete, arthritic and sore But the spirit is untethered so we scream out for more Blood moon riding high in the midnight sky Brick of skunk number one on the tombstone dry Thick green fog flowing heavy past the gate Piling up the frames to accelerate the weight The environment is toxic, a visceral pile Good thing I haven’t been able to smell or taste for a long while! Can't choke on the stench when you're running on essence We take the fucking hit and validate the presence In an endless moment The party never ends WHOOP WHOOP
