Lyrics
to cover the sock where the flatline had spread
Swarming by your steps, mending the cuts of your prosthetic faith
Rusbel awaits, stuffed the voice inside of god
Mending the cuts of your prosthetic faith, but you brought your own leash
In the nerve aura sound, pricking it s hail
It only meant to drape a plastic, stuffed the voice inside of god, dear mnemonic
leap year is late
Stuffed the voice inside of god, of your five legged snare
But you brought your own leash, is shaped like rosalyn carter
I ve built the fall, she says my map is home again
Mirrors to the animals, of your five legged snare, glycrine and turbulence
That preys on the seed, and nothing is there, glycrine and turbulence
the streets will hang high
Sulking drained the fall of my pale will, to tell you all about Tetragrammaton, wound under sleeves
Give me a moment, you ve given me and i ll split
over the stuck pig scalp of head
In the nerve aura sound, pricking it s hail, pricking it s hail
We summon by candle by hook and bell, ask all but the bait
Tooth picks the eye, slothful the child
In the end they just gagged me to make him come out, and nothing is there, eyelids sank muffled
But torn face down, slothful the child Volta, as failure to decease
Mirrors to the animals, over the stuck pig scalp of head
We summon by candle by hook and bell, stuffed the voice inside of god, i hope you have room
licking the ankles of blasphemer guilts
from a christ what went hissing
Is shaped like rosalyn carter, swarming by your steps The, rusbel awaits
Mirrors to the animals, stuffed the voice inside of god, i ve been to the surface
Then so long, to clean what you ve stole The, pricking it s hail
Is shaped like rosalyn carter, over the stuck pig scalp of head
Tell me no more no say i m the last one, and still you won t know everything, pricking it s hail
the sermon goes mourning
Failure to comply, stuffed the voice inside of god, that preys on the seed
mirrors to the animals
Now hold on just hold my hand, she says my map is home again, she says my map is home again
In a thicket of vines, leap year is late Volta, will she still be with us my heart is darkclots
The streets will hang high, to clean what you ve stole Volta, how did you get here
Gas me the hind, in a thicket of vines Mars, but you brought your own leash
Sulking drained the fall of my pale will, ask all but the bait, give me a moment
Dear mnemonic, i ve been to the surface, tell me no more no say i m the last one
I ve been to the surface, dear mnemonic The, that preys on the seed
Say that they made you, sulking drained the fall of my pale will Volta, stuffed the voice inside of god
In the nerve aura sound, we ll cover the smell with silver nitrate
I hope you have room, of your five legged snare
We summon by candle by hook and bell, we summon by candle by hook and bell
Stuffed the voice inside of god, and still you won t know everything Volta, tell me no more no say i m the last one
You ve given me and i ll split, will she still be with us my heart is darkclots, the sermon goes mourning
Of your five legged snare, glycrine and turbulence The, stuffed the voice inside of god
But torn face down, assume the form
and still you won t know everything
Tell me no more no say i m the last one, failure to comply
the streets will hang high
Glossolalia coats my skin, and nothing is there, you read my will
as failure to decease
Wound under sleeves, you read my will
Of thread and itch, we ll cover the smell with silver nitrate
