The Pit Within Pits

歌詞

Bills (x8) Naw. Dead that talk They will take yourself, and blow in them duties Drain them of your butterscotch in you, and your cool arm of its groovy trick And run a filer through the keyholed eyed Prison cells for one, they will see infant sons as unstrung marionettes of able flesh and fathered deaths Somewhere in life the death There will be men whom have become googled in their self-preserve, surviving by the slightest might and screwing up the lining of them, so fragile in the suck of the sun And so you walk, predicting all possible presence in every bits and back from the bed to the bills, you see nothing but pit within pit within pit within pit within pit within pit An undeniable feeding on you And more this When home, your wall will to kill, then overkill And so you walk. And so walk. And so you walk When home, your wall will to kill, then overkill Gone still. You're gone still. You're gone (x2) Gone still, your gone still, you're gone When home, your wall will Bills (x6) I have found this bloody key that lets the lout out (x2) They will take yourself and plowman teas, drain them of their butterscotch, adieu And so you walk Predicting all possible And so you walk Two bits in bed From the bed to the bills you see nothing (x2) From the bed to the bills you see nothing but pit within pit, an undeniable feeding on From the bed to the bills you see nothing but pit within pit within pit within pit within pit within pit And so you walk From the bed to the bills you see nothing but pit within pit within pit within pit, an undeniable feeding on You see that last From the bed to the bills you see nothing but pit within pit within pit within pit within pit within pit within pit within pit within pit