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your heart in canopic jar
I'll keep your heart in canopic jar
Pulse sound of blood train through marble faces
I'll keep your heart in canopic jar

The Byronic Man

Cradle of Filth

Harder, Darker, Faster [Thornography Deluxe #2]

2006

but a spilled canopic jar

I proved it
Improved it
Drove a sonnet
Right through it
And in this state of bliss
Evil kissed with wet lips
Pen-filled

on the cattle car
And engraved on canopic jars
The leather used to wrap the ball
I didn't know they made coffins that small
In the silence between coughs

Let the night fowl peck upon my heart
From an unsealed canopic jar
Craft an earthen stove with my muddy clothes
And burn all of my guitars

So smother

this boat, this canopic jar
To feel again the beating of your royal heart
Blood as pure as porcelain
Fills my loins and lungs
I'll sink to the bottom

for their dead
Reaching for the sky above, Carrying on those who have left

Embalming fluids, Enter my body, My organs stored, In canopic jars
They wrap

In canopic jars
To send your akh towards the stars

Sons of Horus guard these guts
Lungs, liver, stomach, and intestines

Ascend! Go forth!
Westward

in church
After they play wit'cha organs
Niggas be dead
Thinking they colder than morgues
Nah
No life in they bars
I got'cha heart like a canopic jar

you activate my face down trap card 
Race sounds and lap ancient canopic jars 
Millennial eye from that Pegasus guy 
Screaming Cecelia apologizing cry

the stars
And keep our skins in canopic jars
Laurence makes a salad
Of quinoa and PCP
I forgot my degree
Was it sociology
A Rorshach test
Of shattered

on the mouth
I dug her up from underground

Undead kissing in the dark
Inside an ancient grave
Canopic jars to take
My lungs and breath away
And I would give her

written down I'll rip out the page
Left in the past history stays
Even your Mummy will wither decay

Filling Canopic Jars won't be hard
My personal ritual

Give me the crypto cards cash cars and jewelry pearls diamonds in the canopic jar
PIMP no that not thats me you got your own money pay my bills

appear
Hallucinations are real

Anubis appears and eviscerates you with a scepter
Ripping out your guts and placing them into canopic jars
Separating your

this boat, this canopic jar
To feel again the beating of your royal heart
Blood as pure as porcelain
Fills my loins and lungs
I'll sink to the bottom

To Die For

Impaled

Mondo Medicale

require for a petulent madamned
Gutted, my entrails will be preserved in canopic vials
Formaldehyde and alcohol are meted into jars
Lacerating extremities,