I. Tarantism (0:00-0:39)
[Intro]
I think I've become one of the others, oh, oh, oh
Think I've become one of the others, oh, oh, oh
I think I've become... one of the others, oh, oh, yeah yeah
II. Plant a Nail in the Navel Stream (0:39-4:46)
[Interlude]
There was a frail syrup dripping off his lap danced lapel
Punctuated by her decrepit prowl she
Washed down the hatching gizzard
Soft as a mane of needles
His orifice icicles hemorrhaged by combing her torso to a pile
Perspired the trophy shelves made room for his collapse
She was a mink hand job in sarcophagus heels
[Verse 1]
Bring me to my knees, read the sharpened lines
All my arms bled me blind
Faucet leaks in shadows, spilling from
Morgue lancet caressed your fontanelle
I've sworn to kill every last one, every last one
Panic in the shakes of the wounded, panic in the worms
Onto the floor, and out of your mouth and out of your eyelids
[Intro]
I think I've become one of the others, oh, oh, oh
Think I've become one of the others, oh, oh, oh
I think I've become... one of the others, oh, oh, yeah yeah
II. Plant a Nail in the Navel Stream (0:39-4:46)
[Interlude]
There was a frail syrup dripping off his lap danced lapel
Punctuated by her decrepit prowl she
Washed down the hatching gizzard
Soft as a mane of needles
His orifice icicles hemorrhaged by combing her torso to a pile
Perspired the trophy shelves made room for his collapse
She was a mink hand job in sarcophagus heels
[Verse 1]
Bring me to my knees, read the sharpened lines
All my arms bled me blind
Faucet leaks in shadows, spilling from
Morgue lancet caressed your fontanelle
I've sworn to kill every last one, every last one
Panic in the shakes of the wounded, panic in the worms
Onto the floor, and out of your mouth and out of your eyelids
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