Tounges planted in the cheeks of toothy Totenkopf grins
Sowed parallel to canines whistling to birth a nation
It's one solution, I guess
Oh, Absolution is the only reward you'll confess
Paid as lent to your guardian nothing
Written checks just to say you're well spent
Outlined in chalk, your numbers and ratios
Only zeros and ones in the end
I wanna soil your blood
To uncrete alters teeth gnash on
What joy in torches snuffed?
Heads figured fallen preach that on
I'd wanna soil your blood
But what's been shed won't crease that arm
If you say that nothing's lost
Why feign departial, Crypt that tongue?
Discharging like a seed whose yielded its own famine
Thin veils of ivorny drape loose from olive branches
A sexless matrimony of impact and intent
Arm's length just out of reach
Bluffing on folded hands
When poker faces recoil
Who's playing the next hand?
It's a roundtable set to go-merry
Vanilla abstracts frame the scene
A seasonless feast for the tasteless
Pearly whites rot from too many sweets
I wanna soil your blood
To uncrete alters teeth gnash on
What joy in torches snuffed?
Heads figured fallen preach that on
I'd wanna soil your blood
But what's been shed won't crease that arm
If you say that nothing's lost
Why feign departial, Crypt that tounge?
Oh, the casual-ty of casualties!
Oh, the casualties of casual-ty!
Oh, the casual-ty of casualties!
For some cheap crypto-valhalla for hellhounds!
Heresy to yr fabricated savior
Tryna sell me you know what's divine
Broken down the pulls like you've swallowed
Just 14 words at a time
Must secure to your dimly-lit smokescreens
Where the downtrodden play as untread
Deny the tide, it doesn't matter
Stay left in its wake come the time you see the skin shed
I wanna soil your blood
To uncrete alters teeth gnash on
What joy in torches snuffed?
Heads figured fallen preach that on
I'd wanna soil your blood
But what's been said won't crease that arm
If you say that nothing's lost
Why feign departial, Crypt that tounge?
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