Lyrics: Enzo Covey Legge/Kristo Langker/Linus Rayson Hilton
Music: Enzo Covey Legge/Kristo Langker/Linus Rayson Hilton
When the tarsier wake
If you're there they squeal
They beg for fire
Brighter than the space between the eyes of a martyr
It's true you look like that
A fungus ridden eye, a tired cunt spat too much spawn
Hangs off in the space between the legs of a jester, that can't make me laugh
I saw you in the hail trying to bribe your way to become a piglet in Mr. Vecchio's traveling petting zoo
He lets most in but one can't run their hands up the back of a cat, of a diseased rat, a pangolin with scales that face back
He had a large selection of animals, all pretty but they wanted to do other things
Eat grass eat hay eat turnips, the man pays no more looking, stare at the ground, eat! Stare at the ground, eat!Β Β Stare at the ground, eat!
"God walks, it doesn't sit" I've tamed God
Look at it pacing in the corner eating leaves and meat, top shelf killings, ingredients in a sickly meal only to be eaten in the Harbour Century
But even the old codger, he had to concede: "it's a sorry day should man have the hubris to try and pat a dragon"
But for you if he let you in, it would be soft human skin, stripping bare cutting raw, the sickly membrane of a blind olm
Don't despair, there are always more weaker than you
You give me one stroke, I'll give you two but to profit I'll need four more. Where did you come from? I can find another well of slugs indistinguishable from you
Your umbrella is almost broken I can see
No matter how long you stand in the ice and water, your tongue is only nickel, you won't be let in
Your desire is blinding, everyone's got sore eyes now, you ****ing cunt
He can't be bribed with the face of a dog
I'll lock you in a room filled with one million mosquitoes and they can take all the liquid out of you
I'll tie each individual hair on your head to a branch of an oak and then I'll throw you out of that tree
I'll pay seven whores to rub you with silk until you bleed
I'll lock you in another room, opium den lights fifty seven pipes, keep them smoking all night
And as the room fills with smoke, you can choke on your own excess
I'll let you sit and ferment forever eternity, on the top shelf, drink yourself
I'll show you more, so many new clothes that you have to buy but they'll pile and pile on top of you, crushing your neck and skull and nose
I'll force feed you aphrodisiacs,love,stone,tigers,loin,crocodile,predator till you discharge your own organs liver all over the cheapest deities in the god shop
I'll teach you how to read fire knives, phosphorus lies, put it in your eye light, son learn the world
We'll sing so loud, we can't hear the squeals anymore and air can't enter or leave us in and out never again and it shouldn't ploys and tricks and scams and ruse never work on husks
Desire, pipe dreams, I love you. Just joking, eat the beehive!
Desire I love you. Just joking, eat the beehive!