[Intro: Don Herbert, Stacy Pertriuk]
Generations upon generations of the Lezoryth have s-sat atop the sociopolitical ladders of their respective era, and many believe it is not just for their genetically predisposed inclination to s-starting profitable business, but something much darker
Wh-what follows are journal scrappings of the last Lezoryth h-house employee to have disappeared on family property
And if what is said is the truth, then the Lezoryth bloodline must be purged
And all I have to do is a little twiddling down here, and now what do you see?
You're turning into a skeleton
Yes
[Verse 1: sewerperson]
Cracks in this ceiling turn golden with UV
The walls will dilapidate slowly onto me, I'm scared
As I wait for sunlight to go away, till then, I will live as a stowaway
I hope this bucket can last me to morning
Beside what I'm eating, there’s nothing important here
These windows will burn me like Everclear
In truth, I have only gained more to fear
As I fast emaciate here on linoleum, I wonder why my morality’s saved to run
I couldn't eat him, it's killing me
So I waste away and refuse to feed
As I've overlooked all the guilt in me, and now it shall cause my armour to sunder
And now it becomes my calamity
I brittle my bones in the way of a lover
[Bridge: Don Herbert]
And you can do this trick, or a version of it at home
In fact, I'll turn on the lights and show you how
Generations upon generations of the Lezoryth have s-sat atop the sociopolitical ladders of their respective era, and many believe it is not just for their genetically predisposed inclination to s-starting profitable business, but something much darker
Wh-what follows are journal scrappings of the last Lezoryth h-house employee to have disappeared on family property
And if what is said is the truth, then the Lezoryth bloodline must be purged
And all I have to do is a little twiddling down here, and now what do you see?
You're turning into a skeleton
Yes
[Verse 1: sewerperson]
Cracks in this ceiling turn golden with UV
The walls will dilapidate slowly onto me, I'm scared
As I wait for sunlight to go away, till then, I will live as a stowaway
I hope this bucket can last me to morning
Beside what I'm eating, there’s nothing important here
These windows will burn me like Everclear
In truth, I have only gained more to fear
As I fast emaciate here on linoleum, I wonder why my morality’s saved to run
I couldn't eat him, it's killing me
So I waste away and refuse to feed
As I've overlooked all the guilt in me, and now it shall cause my armour to sunder
And now it becomes my calamity
I brittle my bones in the way of a lover
[Bridge: Don Herbert]
And you can do this trick, or a version of it at home
In fact, I'll turn on the lights and show you how
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