Album: White Knuckled Substance (2001)
In fiscal flight from the ravenous cavernous orifice asphyxiated form
Washed in wolves blood sterile & pantomimed parting in
Parts the trial of the worm
Sew the lid closed cough & spit into your palm with charitable charm
Slap the bad mans wrist insist disarm
Do the math the path is a narrow one it led me down to a cold
And shallow grave
On my tombstone I read the epitaph, "Here lies a man who lived
And died a slave"
Until the vexing that his hex annexing animates his glorious distresses
Serve the right foot raw so flawed undressed
Semi concious concentration Christmas cards & suffocation
Ambulances beckon bodies tires squealing sirens wailing
Semi concious concentration Christmas cards & suffocation
Ambulances beckon bodies tires squealing sirens wailing
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