A token left with judgment a memento left ajar A secret never wanted death defying little charms How to defend pretend selective piss away so long neglected Pretty frozen underground from above the odor leering
Pass the meat from which I stink of All those leathered whether-wise
A blood stain all the wiser desperation kicks the stool A little bruise to lose demure a staple cut and dry In the stink of dissection decimation is the rule In determining direction acting agent act the fool
Pass the meat from which I stink of Putrid helping kept inside
Tincture! Warning! Second cousin to the new invention Addictive so charming! Second only to a force infusion Tincture of lead be said with no remorse full of confusion Wish to enjoy this weightlessness lay me out full worm garden
A prick upon the finger looking back like looking through To develop in the mixture of a portion of a view The distant elevation of a faded wicked high Divination ask a question of a spirit for a thing you used to hide
Pass the meat from which I stink of Passed out serving on the side From the meat I'm suffocating Cutting from the bone to hide
A noose-knit put on sweater tie it up around the arm Looks to grip along the trigger down the barrel of a gun Assume today a game to play cardboard house in disarray Tremble little joker think dig it deep don't be afraid
Composição: Sascha Konietzko, Tim Skold, Nivek Ogre, Bill Rieflin