Fiddly Digits - Magick Beans Lyrics

I was a nihilist, little boy
Throwing stones at shoulder bones
Fauntleroy, fickle toy
Probing kids from broken homes
The judgement day was marked
Set in sediment and stone
I grew bitter as the Grinch
With nobody to call my own

I lambasted God's word
A false prophet on the alabaster throne
Angel of the people
Set the road to heaven in a plastic mold
I'm stuck in the past
Like a Briefcase with a mobile phone

2018, I still had the same dream
Played executioner and let the hate stay deep
The institution of a better day, Judging souls i'm burning flames
I need love in syringes for my hurting veins

As penny slots are to the gambling fiend
It's similar to simple things for me like Magick Beans
I'm cash-free, i'm happy
Garden of Eden supplying all my needs
I eat my veggies like candy