Back Around (feat. Stephanie Glick)

Seven sins since my last rinse from the prince
The one who giveth peace to anyone who repent
It’s hard to get peace when you like how your bent
And the twists and the curves of your soul is a friend
But the friend is demonic no matter how you chop it
You don’t know where to go every opine is an option
Your soul is tied to a cauldron
You love the smell of ash
You eating that flame broil but that broil is your A
Survey what the sage say
All they do is try to show you the safe way
But you don’t like to go the safe way now do you
Rather have the dare devil and the voodoo
And who am I to judge, no one
I’ll spite my face rather than looking down at grown ones
We all adults we make the choice the bed to sleep in
I’m just pointing out that some the mattresses covered in feces, like
Hey, why would you go and do that now
Why would you go and do that now
Why would you go and do that now
When it all comes back around
When it all comes back around
When it all comes back around
Round and round and round
When it all comes back around
Round and round and round
When it all comes back around
Round and round and round
Yeah it all comes back around
If karma is a dog of girl gender
What goes around comes around like seasons with the weather
Worlds covered in a virus
You still cover your iris
But hear it all around the ground and sky scream out with violence
It’s like the birthing anguish
We giving birth to vapors
All the pain is vain have less to show than poker players
The things we should’ve learned were lost in twisted self deception
And over and again we’re living out our worst projections
And here I am a lonely man shouting at the wind
Lunatic who loves a crucifix what it represents
Who vents not in accomplishments that could be tied to him
Gives praise glory and honor to God born of Jew Descent
What foolishness don’t make a spoon of sense the way he lives
That the invisible is true and what you see is just a fib
And you should put your trust in God when He seems like a mirage
What kind of trick is in this song
Thought you was Buddhist or Islam
Or whatever else you want
Who are you to say that’s wrong
Who are you to speak at all
Or whatever else you want
Who are you to say that’s wrong
Who are you to speak at all
Man, I’m just trying to speak to y’all
When it all comes back around
When it all comes back around
When it all comes back around
When it all comes back around