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Toiling with pine scented flush, Scatter brained cleaning up all the chunks
Yeah, I used a saw to chop them all, I wore their skins and danced it off
I gotta really take my time.
Mop up, you gotta really take your time
Wash up, you gotta really take your time
Lonely hearts they come home, to a murder scene, so serene. Fulfilled eyes wait outside, just to attest in your greif
These prehistoric dinosaurs are coming for me, they're bigger then I thought they were
The ground will quake right open and swallow me whole
Roll the dice, it's time this gamble see black and red.
Forget every thing you've said, just because this cistern is too deep
While you're tied, I contemplate which direction to go instead, you'll be the trophy I keep inside the shed
Just stop moving, you've been born for this purpose to build up my thrown
I will give up my time, right into my craft, I so love this
You will give up your life, so I can live mine ; my love!!!
How could these monsters hold me away?!
Please, see the world through my eyes, why do they interrupt my masterpiece?!?
Law inforcement layes
Behind me
Guns out bullets fly
Past me
Intensity in my eyes
builds up,
bloody guts in my mind
Creeps up
Piercing lead that burns my back
Coughing up blood from my darkened lungs
Staring heads that watch my last
Is this really it?
Have i really been caught? GOD!
No way im not ready for this dark
He's got me grasped in a tight knot
There may be no way out of this wrong
Im gonna die with all this loss
Muscle through all the pains
Crumbled from my evil ways
Sinking hole in a perlous rage
Breathing becomes rather strange
Creeps always fall deceased.
To early, never got to peak.
Never finished my masterpiece
Foiled in these rusted handcuffs, scatter brained trying to convince the judge, I didn't use a saw to chop them all and wear their skins to dance it off...
Deeper and deeper i fall
Without a cause
Lost in black rot
Mocked by my watch
Aware but in need of air
As despair creeps near
Beware the deathly fare
Stare at the fierce superior
Approach the ominous lord.
Reborn of sin, mourn to him
Reproach this luminous morgue
Be born again, consummate my bid
Death is near, death is here, im right here
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from
AbraKadabrA,
released June 24, 2017
Recorded and Mastered by Micky Bullard of Iron Lion Media Group
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