Pleura (Live in Chicago ’23) ​bootleg gizzard

Hello
Let's go crazy in the [?]
Ay, Chicago
What's up?

[Verse 1]
Bone stock brewed up, graveyard shoot up
Came in trapdoor, thrown up on the floor
Servants of the lord of lung slaughter
The Necromancer
Woo!

[Verse 2]
Orange baby always squealing
Cradle snatch the new world fading
The final test, it takes your breath
Desecrates our grave
Woo!

[Chorus]
Drink the blood of that you spill
Underneath the whippoorwill
One more piece of Jenga to pull
Then Necromancer will thank us all

[Bridge]
Woo!
Eager to assimilate
And I choosе you to walk on your pleura
Woo!