There with them is error, we are sacrosanct
A taunting of ravens to you
My swarms have fit the holster, my faith burnt every house
Like no other manger, I am emptier with doubt
Bare them sevens, three to a pall
Marks the venom lush and terminal
Bare them sevens, three to a pall
Marks the venom lush and terminal
When I became your larvae, you fed me from your plates
Now my slouch is nervous, sinking by the face
Wrinkled by this gravel skinless trace of time
Wear your cobwebs proudly in your cheap and brittle sight
My glands emit this carnage, these pews bend back your knees
That uniform it wears you when the ultimatum pleads
Bare them sevens, three to a pall
Marks the venom lush and terminal
Bare them sevens, three to a pall
Marks the venom lush and terminal
That cesspool it becomes you just north of the eyebrows
Squat the hole for a pucker when the rations go blonde
The salted stitch is patient, we're waiting to engulf
There is plasma from this hoax, pretending to be us
Embalming all the fluids, I must, I must
I prefer to burn it, I must, I must
Embalming all the fluids, I must, I must
I prefer to burn them, I must, I must
Bare them sevens, three to a pall
Marks the venom lush and terminal
Bare them sevens, three to a pall
Marks the venom lush and terminal
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