Tell me it’s over rusbel awaits i’ve been to the surface and nothing is there eyelids sank muffled in the nerve aura sound but when she awakes will she still be with us
my heart is darkclots leap year is late how did you get here ask all but the bait from a christ that went hissing constricting his cells we summon by candle by book and by bell
glossolalia coats my skin glycerin and turbulence stuffed the voice inside of god mirrors to the animals
the sermon goes mourning pricking it’s hail slothful the child that preys on the seed shall behead the drough wound under sleeves i hope you have room in a thicket of vines
give me a moment to clean what you’ve stole the streets will hang high stretch ribs and let taste we’ll cover the smell with silver nitrate mending the cuts of your prosthetic faith
glossolalia coats my skin glycerin and turbulence stuffed the voice inside of god mirrors to the animals
then so long dear mnemonic assume the form you’ve given me and i’ll spill
now hold on just hold my hand say that they made you but you brought your own leash tell me no more no say i’m the last one outside by the drift you read my will of thread and itch failure to comply as failure to decease and still you won’t know everything i’ve built the fall
sulking drained the fall of my pale will swarming by your steps licking the ankles of blasphemer guilts it only meant to drape a plastic over the stuck pig scalp of head to cover the sock where the flatline had spread the kiosk in my temporal lobe is shaped like rosalyn carter she says my map is home again but torn face down i have only but a million blemishes to tell you all about in the end they just gagged me to make him come out
gas me the hind of your five legged snare tooth picks the eye but no things there down drags your waltz cross the alter top from a sleep that depravation knew trespass your form i’m void of dusk i’d ask to look but the mask stays on
you’ll levitate teutonic print cruelty is the wrath of my instrument
in the end they just gagged me to make him come out
you locked the cuffs arsenic erupts will you drink the shadow of my red hair
you and your false witness to god you’ve one in the chamber but your finger got stuck
let slip the sound of a cry for help but all was lost on the night you walked
palms speak through eyes serve your memory lost i contaminate with insignias
in the end they just gagged me to make him come out
glossolalia coats my skin glycerin and turbulence stuffed the voice inside of god mirrors to the animals
wait till it get my hands on you i won’t forget a face that left me
just you wait till i get my hands on you i can’t you won’t remember
unwrap my corpse and let it thaw in the eye of the needle i can’t get out
they’ll check my wrist i’ll faint a pulse i’m not the human you thought i was
if you pet the night sixth pentacle dice if you roll the seven st. michael dies
they’ll be no ransom don’t shut my mouth i scald the answer you’re afraid of Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
