Lyrics:
As the leaves fall yellowing like aged paper
Thoughts turn acrid and curl like cigarette smoke
Rising from a butt ground out on my arm
Step into
Bless my body and bless my soul
Wrap it in turpentine
Acrid, syphilic coteries
Put your head up over your legs
Count backwards from infinity
Eat
gasoline
A jealous Frankie Valli says
"Dawn, I want you back"
Lights a match and counts to 3
Watch it burn
Reluctantly he leaves
Watch it burn
Acrid smoke
fear... weave the thoughts
Acrid clouds gather slowly
The sun shines no longer... acrid clouds
Drenched in blood I will rise up
The world bows before me...
such acrid fragrance
hardened in a leaf?
You are my sea rose， sea rose
Rose, harsh rose
marred and with stint of petals,
meagre flower, thin flowers
satisfaction
Long may they leer
Let's be who we are
And crush this fucking world
Acid burning
Iron breath
Acrid yearning
Taste of death
No funeral
Empty your
Acrid tongue and low tide
Parched and sick
Purified
Uncontrolled burn
Divine
Parched and sick
Purified
Divine
You won't see a night again
You have
or said
Or how I lost another week
There must be something going on?
A nagging sense of shame
I can't explain
An acrid taste of smoke and blood
better stand, there's no turning back
The bugle sounds as the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horses'
better stand, there's no turning back
The bugle sounds, the charge begins
But on this battlefield, no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horses'
better stand, there's no turning back
The bugle sounds as the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horses'
droop like lilacs
Or the way they smell that forbidden acrid smell
But no I got, I got pink clammy lady in my nostril
Her against the wheel me
droop like lilacs
Or the way they smell that forbidden acrid smell
But no I got, I got pink clammy lady in my nostril
Her against the wheel me
But on this battlefield no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath
As I plunge on into certain death.
The horse he sweats
With fear we
This is the best time of the day?the dawn
The final cleansing breath unsullied yet
By acrid fume or death?s cacophony
The rank refuse
This is the best time of the day, the dawn
The final cleansing breath unsullied yet
By acrid fume or death's cacophony
The rank refuse
better stand, there's no turning back
The bugle sounds and the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horses
An acrid taste of defeat tormenting my last years
And when I feel my body behind
Punched Smashed
There's no pain just silence
My last breath echoing
wasting
Your sore sinews rot, blood curdling coughs
As acrid foetor corrodes your lungs
Body orifices clenched in your teeth
As you frenziedly try
tonight
Acrid sword, sharp as my life
Divine
Light the beacon through the embers of time
I've been betrayed, but now cross my line
Reborn to thrive
wasting
Your sore sinews rot, blood curdling coughs
As acrid foetor corrodes your lungs
Body orifices clenched in your teeth
As you frenziedly try
of a thief
Goddamnit
A dusty stack
of photographs
Of times I've cried
But mostly laughed
Commit the past
Into blue flame
Acrid smoke
"God" he spoke
He filled his core of goal with winding acrid smoke
So when you spread like a glow, a radiated echo,
To cleanse the city we need you, we
Pectified sludge - dank, acrid aroma
Clotting uteral mucus, dissipating your foetus
Melting your uterus and evaporation your cyesis
Your molten foetus
