Dial Tone Video (MV)

Straight from the illadell
The kids are not feeling well
Smoke souls down in bowls lit
Don't know where I go when the bowl hits
I risk slipping, dipping out of time
Flipping out a sign of sense not found
Dense till I found that sound I heard was me
Screaming
What the hell is in hell anyway
Let me demonstrate the heavy weight topics
You'd be shocked by my coughing
Coughing up situations drastic
I made today tragic, I wreak of havoc
Bad habits knocked the magic
And the rabbit out my hat it's
Mangled, how I let the pain grow
Strangled every angle I could go when I was younger
And less full of holes
I want be buried in grace
I wanna see gods face
And see if after all, he looks like me
Like a crook like me
I might look naive, but by nineteen
I beat myself to death with a pipe dream
I might see myself out
If none of you want me around
Thunderous sound till I'm under the ground, growing
I keep my hocus pocus out of focus till snow stops
I'm a known god cut from a stone block
Cold ops keep me chilly
Grown awkward, talking till my jaws hurt
Philly jawn with the Philly stuffed
In concert with Dahmer and shit
A monster conquering shit
Armed with a ponderous wit
And astonshing pith
And she wants me to choke, like I'm a part of the Sith
Shit
And at such a remarkable clip