Lyrics
Innocuous inoculation against an infestation, this is a riveting sight Dan, this is a riveting sight
And locked doors, her installation, take back what s yours
the world s bursting with vermin and parasites
interpret and inseminate insider information
Bones are bust, i m popping out the wall like a cuckoo clock
incrimination
I know violence is glamorised so i have analysed and agonised on every dying, pull the oars til we storm all your shores Bull, i know violence is glamorised so i have analysed and agonised on every dying
take back what s yours
Take back what s yours, her installation Bull, to the overseers who oversee us i show disgust
I m popping out the wall like a cuckoo clock, pull the oars til we storm all your shores, incrimination
this is a riveting sight
i m going to watch to determine who s true and who s not
til warm water pours from all your pores
Til your foes crawl gory floors on all fours, so think of your imminent plight Dan, but if i need to i ll blow the roof off
we re going for broke or bust
Infatuation with infuriation, in the blink of an eye Dishonoured, to the overseers who oversee us i show disgust
But if i need to i ll blow the roof off, i hope it won t combust
Who surface disturbing this permanent paradise, wounds are opened up
Illumination with immolation, i m going to watch to determine who s true and who s not
and women to rise
Her city s a machine and i m a loose cog, infatuation with infuriation
in inhabitation under industrialization
And women to rise, i know violence is glamorised so i have analysed and agonised on every dying Dishonoured, in the blink of an eye
i know violence is glamorised so i have analysed and agonised on every dying
I m of the inclination to instigate an insubordination, it s an illustration of the inculcated inconsideration incubated in us since Dishonoured, her city s a machine and i m a loose cog
delilah copperspoon
i don t trust them just as far as i could throw the fucks
To the overseers who oversee us i show disgust, take back what s yours Dan, you re going to die
innocuous inoculation against an infestation
Instrumental in inhibiting imagination, and locked doors Dishonoured, that do what you ve got to do to follow through and shoot
That do what you ve got to do to follow through and shoot, you re going to die, bones are bust
i m going in
This is an incantation an invocation, i m going to watch to determine who s true and who s not
You re going to die, instrumental in inhibiting imagination
Your tyranny s rivers are dry, intoxication impersonates invigoration
Her installation, her installation, take back what s yours
But if i need to i ll blow the roof off, take back what s yours, who surface disturbing this permanent paradise
Til your foes crawl gory floors on all fours, so think of your imminent plight, pull the oars til we storm all your shores
And inflammation, this is an incantation an invocation