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Time
ripped out of the motherfucker's dead hands
slipped rhyme splintered fingers make the devil's work easy
facilitate the pattern torn and fixed mixed and rotated
turn the page and remember when meaning wasn't noticed
See the chord patterns the work of the devil is never quite hard
The surface is covered in moss
Rip it out of the mouth of that two timed whore, his teeth like broken santa glass, a clause to think of
Pulse and pulse and find the remainder, there is no common denominator among strangers
Your eyes are like glass, crass but with tons of class
we laugh and laugh as the spiked ball on the church boy's tongue is a statement that even Jesus listens to Elvis
Hail to the king, hips slip and tongues are numb with powder that drips down like sneaky parabolas
Time it flies like butter
flies in the sour milk labia like cockney snarls
Our guns don't fire, but are perfectly photogenic
Our eyes are ripped out motherfucker
Soon you will be silent too.
ripped out of the motherfucker's dead hands
slipped rhyme splintered fingers make the devil's work easy
facilitate the pattern torn and fixed mixed and rotated
turn the page and remember when meaning wasn't noticed
See the chord patterns the work of the devil is never quite hard
The surface is covered in moss
Rip it out of the mouth of that two timed whore, his teeth like broken santa glass, a clause to think of
Pulse and pulse and find the remainder, there is no common denominator among strangers
Your eyes are like glass, crass but with tons of class
we laugh and laugh as the spiked ball on the church boy's tongue is a statement that even Jesus listens to Elvis
Hail to the king, hips slip and tongues are numb with powder that drips down like sneaky parabolas
Time it flies like butter
flies in the sour milk labia like cockney snarls
Our guns don't fire, but are perfectly photogenic
Our eyes are ripped out motherfucker
Soon you will be silent too.