[Instrumental Intro: 00:00 - 01:33]
[Verse 1]
Tell me it's over, Rusbel awaits
I've been to the surface and nothing is there
Eyelids sank muffled in the nerve aura sound
But when she awakes, will she still be with us?
My heart is darkclots, leap year is late
How did you get here? Ask all but the bait
From a Christ that went hissing, constrictin' his cells
We summon by candle, by book, and by bell
[Chorus]
Glossolalia coats my skin
Glycerin and turbulence
Stuffed the voice inside of God
Mirrors to the animals
Glossolalia coats my skin
Glycerin and turbulence
[Verse 2]
The sermon goes mournin', prickin' its hail
Slothful the child that preys on the seed
Shall behead the drought, wound under sleeves
I hope you have room in a thicket of vines
Give me a moment to claim what you've stole
The streets will hang high stretched ribs and let taste
We'll cover the smell with silver nitrate
Mending the cuts of your prosthetic faith
[Verse 1]
Tell me it's over, Rusbel awaits
I've been to the surface and nothing is there
Eyelids sank muffled in the nerve aura sound
But when she awakes, will she still be with us?
My heart is darkclots, leap year is late
How did you get here? Ask all but the bait
From a Christ that went hissing, constrictin' his cells
We summon by candle, by book, and by bell
[Chorus]
Glossolalia coats my skin
Glycerin and turbulence
Stuffed the voice inside of God
Mirrors to the animals
Glossolalia coats my skin
Glycerin and turbulence
[Verse 2]
The sermon goes mournin', prickin' its hail
Slothful the child that preys on the seed
Shall behead the drought, wound under sleeves
I hope you have room in a thicket of vines
Give me a moment to claim what you've stole
The streets will hang high stretched ribs and let taste
We'll cover the smell with silver nitrate
Mending the cuts of your prosthetic faith
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