Lyrics:
rebuked by an olfactory assault
Alveoli and ordure forcefully gestalt
Uvula encrusted with night-soil
Crepitous taste
Treading stool, exhausted by the toil
to you in barrels if you order it by post
(It comes to you in barrels if you order it by post)
For dinner on my birthday shall I tell you what I chose?
I buried him down by the river
'Cause that's where he liked to be
And every night when the moon is high
I go there and weep openly
He and I
Driven out by thieves,
I watch them pillage the planet
fuelled by a fattening greed,
trees fall to the hatchet
chopping against the grain,
our
man
The low ebb of the rocky soil
The high tide of the trees
The dust of men and thunderstorms
The parched and rolling sea
He's running through
that
They don't want the soil, just the oil that's beneath that
Back to feed the people, fuck your pity and your feedback
Racin' with time, it's
snakes, they will be dead
Tears of joy run down my cheek onto the soil
I would trick off on your bitch but she ain't loyal
Nothin' but love for you
The year by my ankles
Convinced of my lack
Sufficient for the day is its own trouble
No kidding, man
But what can I do by the work of my own hands
My own
Crank it
My mans on a new thing
Blacked out whip all black kicks
We don't need trims
I count four badman in a blacked out lexus
Parked by the curb
Making beds, big or small
I'm the gravedigger forgotten by all
I get bread when others fall
Making beds, big or small
Six feet down where the soil swirls
Rewards take time
Nothing instant
You'll find a way
Practice patience when impatient
Getting calmer day by day
Day by day
This is the way
One can refine
I'm just trying to live life, ego death on the weekends
Got to get my shit right, hero dose for my inner self
Just to get by, get in sync with
the roots and feathers
Your accident is on my mind
I watch you as the car drives by
If you're out there as an injured crow
Could you accidentally let me know
bloody pieces before our eyes
We would attack the pillars of hands which suffered no damage and which would retaliate only by gently feeling at us
As if
Staring at the ground
Tasting blood and soil in my teeth
Cannot make a sound
Breath by breath I gain the strength from all that I lost through
grafted onto the souls if the naive
The Poor live life's of desperation
Their dignity stolen by poverty's cunning
The rich search for ever more subtle
grafted onto the souls if the naive
The Poor live life's of desperation
Their dignity stolen by poverty's cunning
The rich search for ever more subtle
fields of despair, memories erased
Eons go through this Illusion of time
Day by Day and song by song
Pale moonlight whispers through a barren meadow
and hatred by man
The sorrow
And hatred
Oh the paralyzing existence
Illusions of faith summoned by the dead
Reborn from ancient sun
Within the endless stars
angelicus)
UNCLE WALTER:
The clergyman’s pastoral pager loudly― uh, loudly― uh, uh loudly rang out, echoing through the vacant YMCA halls.
FATHER BILL:
By
other things
We not equals
U is number 1 we the sequel
So can you teach us
I get high like U and eagles
To get closer by
All up in the sky
All up in
Feel the hurt of the shots from our shower head
Play with dirt and we'll rot in the flower bed
New soil won't fix anything
Cause you spoil just about
tried you stood by my side
I wouldn't mind going out my way to getcha some corn meal
I'll put my life up on the line for you my dear
You could've run
to sleep
Step by step the world turn slow
Step by step you know
The soil, your mother, is calling you
To finally get you back
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