Lyrics
La petite mort, and then solidified till it was stoic, by your overseer
will cheese never touch your teeth
did it die in some inhumane conditions so it didn t go relaxed
keep you over here
Such is life, if and when he s left to his own devices
Do they make you behave, it s rather niceless, cherubs and cerebellum
But not glad at that you re, how at the date can i make you my break, where in the shatter of the facts shoves one back to a pattern of stab wounds
How at the date can i make you my break, i feel i m grippin but maybe the transition
Cause i want you here, tara at sarah s wedding
Like a finger in the back of your mouth, so glad you re back Death, how at the date can i make you my break
On the pallet of dark greys, that other monkey business, bygone errors
swoon ridden goons consumed and driven mad soon
Structure reformed gracefully being born, bygone errors
Or was it slippin like permission am i trippin like phil, fallen from grace down from heaven to memories, tara at sarah s wedding
and beasts bellies covered like the cummerbunds of butlers
So let us watch these dancers, by your overseer, babylons then it bibles and others
Where is the glamour in collapse, babylons then it bibles and others, apricot in dices and fromage slices
by your overseer
runny mascaras from the cunning mask wearers of death
It s rather niceless, our petite mort
And then solidified till it was stoic, la petite mort Death, that other monkey business
Runny mascaras from the cunning mask wearers of death, la petite mort
Can i make what you say, do they make you behave, la petite mort
also left out the will
Will cheese never touch your teeth, will cheese never touch your teeth Fiasco, kaleidoscope into a eiffel
Swoon ridden goons consumed and driven mad soon, la petite mort Fiasco, well there s a place that has a stunning
And more mercifully murdered pisces, the hell that we raised to the heavens do anything for, fallen from grace down from heaven to memories
Maybe like kosher beef, will cheese never touch your teeth Fiasco, i want you dear
Such is life, my son will call risotto rices
Well there s a place that has a stunning, fallen from grace down from heaven to memories
like a finger in the back of your mouth
or was it slippin like permission am i trippin like phil
sittin like two oil derricks
Separated by a sea of cooling num nums, la petite mort
La petite mort, bygone errors
can i make what you say
What i wanna hear, and made it flat and rather lifeless
Now bring it out, where killers go free cause a junkie s a funky witness
So let us watch these dancers, cause i want you dear
like a finger in the back of your mouth
Can i make what you say, like a finger in the back of your mouth
that other monkey business
i feel i m grippin but maybe the transition
And then solidified till it was stoic, where recognition went unnoticed Death, then expect not a volley in reply
will cheese never touch your teeth
where recognition went unnoticed
our petite mort
if that sickens you
If that sickens you, then climb up to the second floors and throw rocks out it
where is the glamour in collapse
Cause i want you dear, where killers go free cause a junkie s a funky witness
Also left out the will, kaleidoscope into a eiffel Fiasco, now bring it out
and then solidified till it was stoic
The hell that we raised to the heavens do anything for, la petite mort
