Tourniquet - Besprinkled in Scarlet Horror download song

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eviscerate words that evoke emetic thoughts
the leprous stumps of the sick and the lame
but theses toccatas and fugues just simply horrify
You re not giving all the glory to him, the leprous stumps of the sick and the lame in, eviscerate words that evoke emetic thoughts
they re simply notes put together in bars
You re not giving all the glory to him, remove this gorefest why should it matter, of shrieking sounds that evoke the legions of hell
And turn away from our lord s plight, and why you think that s wrong i just throw up my arms
they said to bach three hundred years ago

job s scab covered frame
Would fears have made your feet take flight, and why you think that s wrong i just throw up my arms Tourniquet, eviscerate words that evoke emetic thoughts
you say this pace beckons evil spirits
because your artwork depicts a severed limb
Eviscerate words that evoke emetic thoughts, you say this pace beckons evil spirits
would fears have made your feet take flight
Remove this gorefest why should it matter, but i care not what you call it, they re simply notes put together in bars
the notes that you choose and the beats that you sell

Dissect and discard what speaks of corpses in rot, dissect and discard what speaks of corpses in rot in, and turn away from our lord s plight
Of calvary s scarlet fright, of calvary s scarlet fright
the stoning of stephen
We hired you to write music that glorifies, but theses toccatas and fugues just simply horrify
you re not giving all the glory to him
And why you think that s wrong i just throw up my arms, the stoning of stephen, to me it s two hundred beats per minute
the stoning of stephen
The leprous stumps of the sick and the lame, remove this gorefest why should it matter, of shrieking sounds that evoke the legions of hell

Job s scab covered frame, but theses toccatas and fugues just simply horrify
They said to bach three hundred years ago, of shrieking sounds that evoke the legions of hell, the leprous stumps of the sick and the lame
The stoning of stephen, and john the baptist a head on a platter
You say this pace beckons evil spirits, you re not giving all the glory to him
Dissect and discard what speaks of corpses in rot, you say this pace beckons evil spirits, the leprous stumps of the sick and the lame
of shrieking sounds that evoke the legions of hell
on tablature i scrawled it
To me it s two hundred beats per minute, they said to bach three hundred years ago, and why you think that s wrong i just throw up my arms

of shrieking sounds that evoke the legions of hell
If you arrived at the site, would fears have made your feet take flight, on tablature i scrawled it
you say this pace beckons evil spirits
And turn away from our lord s plight, they re simply notes put together in bars
because you re keeping way too frantic a beat
On tablature i scrawled it, but i care not what you call it Horror, eviscerate words that evoke emetic thoughts
We hired you to write music that glorifies, because your artwork depicts a severed limb Horror, if you arrived at the site
To me it s two hundred beats per minute, they said to bach three hundred years ago

They re simply notes put together in bars, and all the people buy into your deceit, if you arrived at the site
You say this pace beckons evil spirits, we hired you to write music that glorifies
Would fears have made your feet take flight, eviscerate words that evoke emetic thoughts, you work in the church there s something you should know
But i care not what you call it, job s scab covered frame
Because your artwork depicts a severed limb, to me it s two hundred beats per minute
to me it s two hundred beats per minute
They said to bach three hundred years ago, and all the people buy into your deceit, of calvary s scarlet fright
We hired you to write music that glorifies, or images vivid scarlet horrors absurd, you re not giving all the glory to him

to me it s two hundred beats per minute
Eviscerate words that evoke emetic thoughts, or images vivid scarlet horrors absurd Tourniquet, to me it s two hundred beats per minute
If you arrived at the site, and turn away from our lord s plight, and turn away from our lord s plight
Eviscerate words that evoke emetic thoughts, and all the people buy into your deceit Scarlet, because your artwork depicts a severed limb
and john the baptist a head on a platter
On tablature i scrawled it, dissect and discard what speaks of corpses in rot
But i care not what you call it, the leprous stumps of the sick and the lame