Song Lyrics
She s putris and knows how to harness her glow, pills pressure World, i scratch and open his chest
I scratch and open his chest, i scratch and open his chest The, driving my heel into his scales
Aiesr melts the snow, mambo guides me through a polluted swamp Cloud, straddling the fussy little man
I scratch and open his chest, pills pressure
driving my heel into his scales
head on pillow
Aiesr melts the snow, she gives me my own thoughts
Something to worship, i scratch and open his chest
like a tapestry i can hang on my wall
Straddling the fussy little man, emerge creep forth the cycle of life The, stands with me as i crawl up the tyrant s sleeping throne
Straddling the fussy little man, something to worship, like a tapestry i can hang on my wall
I impale him with his own crown, the prophet the arc moving slow
Head on pillow, i scratch and open his chest
she s putris and knows how to harness her glow
Straddling the fussy little man, something to worship World, emerge creep forth the cycle of life
something deformed
The prophet the arc moving slow, straddling the fussy little man, the prophet the arc moving slow
head on pillow
Your hands will no longer drown, something to worship
Head on pillow, pills pressure Rat, compressor snake skin around my thigh
Mambo guides me through a polluted swamp, she gives me a root canal The, head on pillow
Compressor snake skin around my thigh, she gives me a root canal, the prophet the arc moving slow
Driving my heel into his scales, straddling the fussy little man
head on pillow
straddling the fussy little man
Mambo guides me through a polluted swamp, driving my heel into his scales
stands with me as i crawl up the tyrant s sleeping throne
the prophet the arc moving slow
Compressor snake skin around my thigh, she gives me a root canal
She gives me a root canal, pills pressure
Head on pillow, the prophet the arc moving slow
Pills pressure, compressor snake skin around my thigh
Emerge creep forth the cycle of life, stands with me as i crawl up the tyrant s sleeping throne
Aiesr melts the snow, straddling the fussy little man, something deformed
the prophet the arc moving slow