Synesthesia (Synethesia)
[Satan’s Slave (1976) Intro]:
The preparations are thus completed, let our work begin, bring to me the Vessel of Reversal, my child, lay you down upon this altar
Let me sip my fuckin' Bustelo, my fuckin' wax rig look like a, like a fuckin' middle school, volcano, science project, shit yucky, (fuckin', resonated fandom tip, propellerhead man), yeah, some don't like to fuckin', (resonative (?)), medicated Jak
[Verse]:
Yo, yo, we got syringes, up in Times Square, come еat the apple
I sell mad weed and Zеke capsules
Fuck a label (yeah), I need a statue (Word)
Fuck streamin' battles
I punch heads into the air, that's ego travel ((?), man)
Extracts got my face clobbered
Hatemonger, flame fodder
I'm in my bed like Jake Roberts
Grab mics, and spit it for mass, Blak Church
Hit bricks with the stamp, distributin' hash
Hands smell like surgical gloves steppin' into a vinegar bath (Ew)
Second generation, Gonzo journalism
Vagus visor, red typewriter
Cell phone on my head, burnin' izm
He brought servants with him
Bars written on bromide strips with the kids with Satanic, verses in them
Why can't we all just have, negativity sometimes?
I rob a blood drive at gun point (Freeze)
With the rope leave 'em blood tied
Low IQ (hey), ad-libin' a rapper on stage, I'm dumb hype (Yo, yo)
Bomb blinds, lungs are hangin' in my rib like fake sun-dry (Sun-dry)
Shit eatin' grin with paper cuts on the gum line
[Outro]:
- And, uh, and one of the acid tests I mean, I don't know which one was it actually, it was a very strange experience where, all of a sudden, um, I was lookin' at sound, comin' out of the speakers, this happened on several occasions also, happened in the house where I was, staying in, where I actually saw sound comin' out of the speakers
- It's nice one to have that happen?
- What's that called synesthesia
- Yeah, synesthesia
- Synesthesia, yeah
- I-I always read about that, I always wanted to hear colors!
- I never saw anyone else who's actually had that experience and I actually had that experience!