The Streets of This Field

Came here looking for something I cannot find to save my mind A Dracula X with intact spine No one said an ounce of this is worth an ounce of blood and piss He's only holding out for more Hreaking out of Wily's lab is worth an ounce of blood and scabs And holding out for the old young guns Geflected in the canopy Smeg-heads becoming fleas Deep inside the atmosphere All is coming clear to me Sympathy just means more dope and it's so good today that I don't need your hope Vermin fiends are at the gates decrypting through the carbonate Grey metal pouring through vermin blood Suffocate in human waste Endocrine dissolved bit rate Matter how much you pay How much shit that you take Walk the streets of this field Won't say shit to my face Say that shit to my face