Sawing off the pavement, repenting their past lives
Might I be the only payment left to be left behind?
Clay and pigment footsteps, rust it boiling clean
Our bull let in linguistics that only we can breathe
I got a prayer that'll make you theirs now
Beneath sepulchers
Raise your entrails as an offer
I got a prayer that'll make you theirs now
Beneath sepulchers
Raise your entrails as an offer, ooh
Fondling with pitchforks in a cattle prodded sea
Signaling the sedatives to emaciate their queen
Bowing in constriction, any time you leave
We snuffed ourselves an angel and cut her by the wings
I got a prayer that'll make you theirs now
Beneath sepulchers
Raise your entrails as an offer
I got a prayer that'll make you theirs now
Beneath sepulchers
Raise your entrails as an offer
In my sight, I was born
To bring death at the footsteps of your home
Tonight, I have sewn
All the hair and crooked nails that you all have worn
While your wife sits at home
I plant the vermin because she needs it so
How long must we fold by hand?
The nuns are burning wheels again
Dent of mattress to make it bare
Come clean with the anecdote
After all we came undone
Pale of sluts with host at fault
One day we won't pay your debt
Our centipedes will get theirs yet
Poachers in your home
Poachers in your home
Poachers in your home
Poachers in your home
How long must we fold by hand?
The nuns are burning wheels again
Dent of mattress to make it bare
Come clean with the antidote
After all, we came undone
Pale of sluts with host at fault
One day, we won't pay your debt
Our centipedes will get theirs yet
How long must we fold by hand?
The nuns are burning wheels again
Dent of mattress to make it bare
Come clean with the antidote
After all, we came undone
Pale of sluts with host at fault
One day, we won't pay your debt
Our centipedes will get theirs yet
Fold the river by the lips
As a cruel and smothered wind
Fits the gash with ornaments
Dawn is nodding off again
Raised the braille to read it clear
Gathered by the cholera
Rinse the burns in cauldrons
Help the palm, we see a lens
My hands secrete a monument
My hands secrete a monument
My hands secrete a monument
My hands, hands, hands, hands
My hands secrete a monument
My hands secrete a monument
My hands secrete a monument
I am the reason for your missing child
They might be home but there's no trace
Under your pillow, I have left a spine
Oh the things we do when you're away
I saw the message that you wrote in the sand
Dismembered hints that carve away
The anesthetic of your gospel said
"Put a muzzle on the lamb
Put a muzzle on the lamb"
Give me one page, give me one page
Make it blank
Mace that I leak will rain
Give me one page, give me one page
Make it blank
Race I inflict your way
Maybe one day you'll stop and realize
The throne that you serve is dead
Give me a plague, give me a plague
Make it blank
Nothing you own is safe
How long must we fold by hand?
The nuns are burning wheels again
Dent of mattress to make it bare
Come clean with the antidote
After all, we came undone
Pale of sluts with host at fault
One day, we won't pay your debt
Our centipedes will get theirs yet
How long must we fold by hand?
The nuns are burning wheels again
Dent of mattress to make it bare
Come clean with the antidote
After all, we came undone
Pale of sluts with host at fault
One day, we won't pay your debt
Our centipedes will get theirs yet
Poachers in your home
Poachers in your home
Poachers in your home
Poachers in your home
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